On Monday, Reagan parked in her usual spot, unsure of whether to feel happy or sad about giving her two weeks’ notice. The vast majority of her body was overwhelmed with joy, but she still felt terrible about leaving Jen. Angie was supposed to be at work that day, so it was the perfect opportunity to break the news. But, before anything else, she wanted Jen to know.
As usual, Jen was in the breakroom at her locker, when Reagan walked in. Jen took a swig of her coffee as she shoved her coat into her locker. When she closed the door, Reagan was standing there, waiting.
“Oh, hey,” Jen said. “I see I’m not the only one that showed up for another crappy week.”
Reagan laughed. “Good morning, Jen.”
“Leh! This coffee tastes like a*s,” Jen announced. She looked back at Reagan, who was desperate
