I sat at my desk, going over messages and emails I had missed over the last two days. Checking in with the consultants, clients, everything that needed my attention before the weekend. I kept glancing at my office door, my thoughts clouded with her. I had a feeling getting work done, knowing she was right outside that door, was going to prove difficult. I searched my desk looking for a pen, not finding one. I opened the side drawer, her picture still in it. I picked it up and smiled. She really was beautiful, even if she didn’t think so. I grabbed a pen from the draw, slipping the picture back in. I made some notes, and then pulled up my email. There was one from Mr. Branson. I shook my head and opened it.
'Mr. Dalton I hope this email finds you well. After talking to other employee
