I walked out of his office, and sat the papers he had give me down on my desk. Then sat back in the chair. I just couldn’t seem to focus on anything since our interaction this morning. He was infuriating, he drove me absolutely crazy, but when he was close it was like I couldn't function. He made me uncomfortable, but if I was being honest with myself I kind of liked it. I was so preoccupied thinking about what had happened, that I couldn’t even tell you what meetings he had today, or what messages I had given him. Was Charlotte right? Did I have a crush on him? No, I didn’t he was so rude, just because he felt bad about my mom, and had a moment of sympathy didn’t mean he was nice.
I shook my head and looked at the papers. I spent the next hour, in between phone calls, setting up the t
