Callen
I was through the back of the garage, sorting some invoices out before I stopped for lunch—the joys of being a manager.
“Callen, you have a visitor,” My workmate Michael called through from the front.
God, I hope that is Jessica. I wouldn’t get my hopes up in case she was playing her games again. I sat everything aside and headed through. I hear a giggle, a familiar one and realise it is her. By the time I get there, Michael was flirting with her.
“You can go now, Michael,” I said, looking at him.
“Go where?” He asked, looking at me, confused.
“Anywhere, that isn’t here,” I said firmly.
“Fine, I am going, I will be back in an hour,” He said, “Welcome to London, Jessica,” He added, winking at her, before heading out.
Asshole! He better stay awa
