I need some time to register this information.
Jordan is in my office.
I look quickly around, alarmed, to check if anyone else saw him. Everyone looks focus on their work and only a few desks face the break room.
I look back at Jordan, my eyes wide open, while he looks like he is about to burst out laughing.
I try as calmly as I can to get up, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention, and walk up to him. I expected him to move as I walk to him, but he doesn’t move at all, staring at me, amused.
I shot him a dark glance, pushing him inside. I close the door behind me, as we usually do when we want to start the coffee machine as it makes some noise.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I whispered-yell at him, clearly pissed off.
“You didn’t answer,” he answers calmly, titling his
