As the end of the year approached, our workload became increasingly crushing. Mr. Mystery's posting schedule naturally slowed down. Whenever I found myself missing his updates, I would drop a few highly suggestive, flirty comments in his section to pass the time.
But one afternoon, a bizarre pattern caught my eye. Every single time I submitted a comment, Melvin's phone on the desk would let out a sudden vibration.
Initially, I comforted myself by thinking it was merely a bizarre coincidence. But as time wore on, I could no longer lie to myself.
Sitting at my desk, I watched through the glass partition as the exact same routine played out. Every time I hit send on a comment, Melvin would pick up his phone to glance at the screen, and then a faint smile would spread across his face.
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