I walk into work on Wednesday morning and see a beautiful bouquet of red roses on my desk with a note that reads ‘I’m sorry’. It’s been two days and he hasn’t said one word to me. No calls or texts. f*****g coward. I can feel Carter’s eyes on the back of my head as I sit in my chair. I pick up the bouquet and drop it straight into the bin.
He came out of his office and dumped a giant pile of paperwork on my desk. Is he trying to punish me by burying me in work?
Thursday morning plays out in a similar scenario but this time it is a caramel latte on my desk. I pick it up, walk into the lunchroom and tip it into the sink. I return to my desk with the empty cup and drop it into the bin.
Friday morning feels like déjà vu or Groundhog Day. Today there is a six-pack of doughnuts on my desk. I
