What Oliver needed right now, was to have as much distance from Atlas as possible, but since that wasn’t a true feasible request. What he had done, was something he had never thought about doing, as he had never needed to do. But desperate times called for desperate measures, as some would say, and there was only one thing he could think of that would let him take the day off, to rot on the couch at the girl’s apartment, because he didn’t want to be in the apartment where Atlas was all over it.
He would fake being sick. He went over the top with it. He needed this to be as believable as possible. All night, he had been awake, pretending to cough, sneezing, groaning and moaning, making sure Atlas heard him. He had. He had asked him multiple times if he was okay, and if there was anything h
