By mid-afternoon, the atmosphere in the office had become so tense that even the soft music drifting through the ceiling speakers seemed quieter than usual.
The moment lunch break arrived, I'd escaped the office before I could accidentally run into Mr. Parker again. When I returned, his door was closed, the blinds drawn shut once more.
Perfect.
I pulled out my phone and texted the only three people capable of rescuing me from this disastrous day.
Blair: Depression-drinking night. Who's in?
Jonathan replied almost instantly.
Jonathan: Just tell me where.
A few seconds later, Bia joined in.
Bia: 7:00 p.m. sharp. I'm only avoiding getting blackout drunk because Jonathan isn't strong enough to carry me.
Jonathan answered with a single message.
Jonathan: .I.
I laughed.
Finally, Clai
