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Charlie
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I returned to work the following morning and found out that it was “Potluck Day.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I think someone mentioned it yesterday, but I forgot. I can go and pick something up from the grocery store quickly,” I told Janet.
“Nonsense. It’s only your second day here. We hold these once a month. There’s usually a signup sheet in the breakroom. Just bring something next time.”
“Okay.”
Of course, Maddox and I ended up bumping into each other at lunchtime. He gave me a dirty look and the same cold attitude. Janet, not picking up on the awkwardness between us, asked him if he’d brought anything.
“Chicken wings,” he said, nodding toward a red crockpot.
“Oh, what kind?” I lifted the lid. “They smell delicious.”
“Jamaican,” he said gruffly.
One of the other tech
