“Yeah, and you won’t accept the job. You have a business degree, just like I do. You run your department on oiled wheels. But besides that, I could really use your help today, pretty please?” Of course he gave me the puppy dog eyes. He couldn’t know the main reason I refused to work with him every day was that it would be like pouring alcohol on a wound that should have healed by now, but was still wide open.
I returned to the new copier machine and bent over to pick up my stuff and prepare to leave the office. “You know how much I hate desk work. Fine, I’ll come back in a minute to help you with the lease stuff. Just let me clean up here and call in at the company to check on things.” I turned to see if he heard me and caught him staring at my ass. Typical, since all he thought about was
