Monday mornings generally sucked enough on their own. A Monday morning after being thrown out on your ear by the girl you were falling in love with — that really sucked. As in super-massive black hole kind of sucking.
Colin had woken up long before the alarm on his phone was programmed to go off. Thinking it might be better to get to work early and therefore escape any unwanted chitchat with his coworkers in the break room, he’d gone ahead and showered and dressed, and arrived at the Daily Sun’s office a good forty-five minutes early.
That strategy had worked…up to a point. At approximately ten minutes after eight, Ryan Ortiz came and propped himself up against the doorframe to Colin’s office and said, “So, how was the hot date?”
Colin threw a balled-up piece of paper into the trashcan
