Out Of Left Field
The car ride back to the office wasn’t as uncomfortable as I’d thought it would be. Keira reiterated how much fun she had, which had me wondering if she was just being polite, or maybe she needs to get out more.
Her asshole boss texted her like five hundred times, barking orders at her because he obviously thinks she has nothing better to do on a Saturday night than be at his beck and call. I was going to wait in the car, but decided to head up with her so I can stalk some overseas stocks.
I’m sitting at my desk, wondering where a damn pen is because I can’t even remember the last time I saw the surface. Come to think of it, I can’t even remember what color it is. My office is not anal retentive like Dixon’s because I like a little disorder.
It has all the essentials—
