RORY
“Rory, you have a delivery.”
My first instinct is to back the f**k up from the box that’s deposited on my desk, residual trauma from what happened the last time a delivery landed me in the hospital still coursing through my veins.
My boss, Laura, gives me a weird look which is very much valid because who the f**k reacts that way to a delivery?
“I was coming upstairs when I saw the delivery guy and decided to save him the stress.”
Plastering a smile on my face--which is probably plastic as hell--I force myself to calm down. “Thank you so much.” I still don’t touch the box, however, staring at it like what’s contained in it is a nest of poisonous snakes.
“Okay…” She drags out the word as she backs away. “Still think you’ll be able to get those new ideas to me before the end of t
