Chapter 6On Thursday, the entire customer service floor was in full-blown party mode. We still had a few hours of pretending to work, but at eleven-thirty our phone system would begin shuffling calls to our sister office in another time zone, and by noon it would be party time.
Mostly everyone dressed up, more so than even our standard business-casual dress code called for—I wore a shirt nearly the same color as the bow on my package, and a purple tie—and everyone added their party gift to the table, careful not to let anyone see which package was theirs.
I’d arrived early, wanting to make sure I beat Nathan in and was the first box on the table.
The office had splurged on catering, and the heating trays and plasticware were already set out and waiting for the food to arrive.
I was too
