Page 59 of After Hours

Great.

As the men left his office, they greeted me, but Bryce lingered at my desk.

“Can I help you, Bryce?” I’m sure he knew that he wasn’t my favourite person.

“Does your best friend know that you’re seeing Dillon now?”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s obvious.”

I scoffed. “Whatever you think you know, I assure you, you don’t.”

Bryce walked out and I re-entered Dillon’s office.

To my displeasure, he looked off. He looked sad. He had his elbows on the table, supporting his head, and was looking down. He’d taken off his jacket and vest and was now wearing a white shirt with the top buttons undone.

“Hey,” I said, walking over to him and rubbing his shoulders. “Are you okay?”

He lifted his head, staring at me. The silence said it all for me; something was definitely bothering him, and I had no idea what it was.

“Are you okay?”

“I asked you first. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” he answered. “I’m just annoyed at Bryce.”

I laughed. “That makes two of us.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “It’s fine. He just talks a lot.”

“That I know.” Dillon laughed and started kissing my shoulders.

“Thank you for the flowers, I really love them.”

He smiled. “You’re always welcome.” I stayed for a while longer so we could talk but his meeting started, and I went back to my desk.

“Wow,” I mumbled when I saw a recent text from Abigail. She is really the most unhinged and unserious woman I’ve ever met.

Abigail Ann

that turned into the longest goodbye fuck ever. i’m over him now, tough.

Me

LMAO, how was it?

Abigail Ann

7/10, could be better.

Me

Got it, he’s good for nothing, seriously.

Abigail Ann

True. How’s your day?

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