"Hey, don't worry about it. You have enough to deal with in the present, without digging up the past."
I swallow, nodding, even though the thought of Wolfe witnessing my humiliation is difficult to shake off.
I'm not ready to unpack more of this disaster-my anxiety levels are spiking as it is. Time for a subject change.
"Here, take a look at this…" I pull out the Daredevil action figure I had stashed under my monitor. "Do you know why I've got this on my desk?"
Matty frowns. "Why are you asking me? You're into all that superhero shit."
"Yeah, but I don't display it at work." I stare at Daredevil in my hands, then glance up-and my stomach plummets.
JP Wolfe is barreling down the aisle, his face an impenetrable mask of steel.
Oh, fuckadoodledoo.
HR Helen attempts to glide alongside h
