I arrived on time at work that day, despite my prolonged breakfast with Oliver.
I slipped into the office exactly at eight, trying not to be noticed by my supervisor. The receptionist, Katherine, raised her eyebrow at me. I smiled apologetically as I hung up my hat and coat.
"You've seen nothing, right?" I whispered and grinned.
Katherine mirrored my smile. "Just be sure to get through before Hardy sees you. You know how he gets."
I nodded and proceeded through the door to the shared cubicle of Margaret and me.
She, of course, was there, punctual as usual, and never slow to give me a hard time when I was struggling at beating the clock. Today was no exception.
"Decided to show up today, did you?" We both chuckled as I got to work.
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I had agreed to meet Oliver after work that afternoon, so I took minimal time cleaning up after work that day. I had worked nonstop for my whole shift, so the meeting had better be short or I was going to fall asleep on Oliver's expensive couches.
The short walk to his office was actually refreshing after being cooped up in my cubicle writing all day. The day mocked my dread in backstabbing Oliver's father. The late autumn sky was a brilliant blue with few clouds, and the slight breeze created a nice contrast against the warm sun.
My mood was unaltered when I came upon my meeting place. I felt the same as before when I signed in for my appointment with the receptionist, or when I was escorted to a bench outside Oliver's office to wait until he finally came out to call me inside.
Maybe I should have felt differently.
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