The weekend passed all too slowly for Elle, who was on edge as she passed through the office doors on Monday. She hadn't heard from Dean, although she wasn't sure what she had expected from him, and she wondered how their dalliance would affect their dynamic. A part of her worried that he'd be like men she'd heard about from her friends who, after they'd gotten what they wanted, had resorted to being standoffish and aloof. She'd only known him for a little over a week, but she thought she knew him well enough to surmise that he wasn't like that, or rather she hoped so.
Becky greeted her with her usual scowl. It was part of their routine now - they regarded each other with little less than contempt, with Elle still none the wiser to why the surly receptionist had taken such a disliking to
