Chapter 5

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Everything okay, boss?” calls out an anonymous voice, startling Landon.

    “Y-yeah, I’m fine,” he answers distractedly.

    “I just heard you were sick. You ain’t been lookin’ too good these days,” they said, and Landon merely laughed and blamed it on lack of sleep.

    He returns his attention to the rapidly growing task list on his desk. Landon knew this would happen, but the day before was worth it.

    He turns to walk away from her, thinking she would never understand what he was going through. Why did I think that? Her fierce embrace, proving him wrong. Yet again. The feeling of her palm against his cheek, her tear -filled eyes set, the sound of her voice… What is wrong with me?

    Landon rubs his temples, and reaches for his Tylenol bottle, but stops. Might as well just get through this the natural way. 

    He digs through a cluttered desk drawer, and procures an old MP3 player he’s had since he was 19. It’s a miracle the thing still works. Usually, employees aren’t allowed to listen to music while they work, but being the owner’s son, Landon had a little more freedom than the others. He can imagine Chaslynn snickering at that, calling him an over-privileged rich kid. She may be two years younger than him, but she sure was a lot more mature than him. The scent of her hair as he pulled it back to whisper in her ear… Get yourself together, Landon.

    Soon enough, he’s chipping away at the gargantuan task list, aided by the music now blasting in his ears. Hours pass by, and he finds himself halfway through.

    “Ay, Chapman!” another anonymous voice calls out.

    Landon snaps up, expecting to see Chaslynn, but, unfortunately, this person is one of the maintenance guys, the one with the tattoos and a mop of greasy mouse-brown hair. 

    “I saw that girl, whatever her name was, the other day,” he says casually, “She was in that one bar, uh, y’know, the one that’s down by the mall and stuff. She was hanging out with another dude.”

    “We’re not together anymore,” Landon replies through clenched teeth.

    Greasy Hair Guy’s eyes widen. “I-I’m sorry m-man, I, uh, I didn’t mean-”

    Landon raises a hand. “It’s fine.”

    “Are you good, though?” he asks, and Landon stifles a laugh.

    “Yeah, man. I’m all good.”

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