~Dylan~
Thanksgiving is literally like every other holiday. I don’t see the point of it and I definitely don’t enjoy it. But again, that can just be my cynicism talking or maybe it’s just me talking out of my ass, like always. I sit on my couch, eating leftovers from the previous night for dinners when my phone rings and vibrates against the glass top of my small wooden coffee table. Dropping my bowl of rice and curry on the table, I see Elliot’s face flash across my screen, a funny one of him with bulging eyes and a scowl that Aiden had somehow managed to take during a department address. Sliding a finger across the screen, I press the phone to my ear but before I can even get a customary greeting out, I hear him spit three words.
“Dylan. Office. Now.” Oh, how I love holidays.
