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Trouble

Attention! I went back and added Alex POV chapters! They are called Familiar and Waiting. The dog in the photo's name is not Cujo. He doesn't not have a name. This simply to show that he is the dog that attacked Ángel. Thanks for reading! 😘

The next morning at work I wait for Tasha to show up. When she strolls in around 7:30, I immediately go up to her. I can tell she knows I'm upset when her face falls.

"You okay, Nikki?" She asks softly.

"No. I'm not okay. Why did you give Alex my number? Without even asking me first?" I yell trying to reign in my temper.

"Because he's into you?" She looks at me like I grew horns or something. "He's hot. And if he's not gonna be into me then I'm glad he's into you. Someone needs to nab that boy." She jokes.

"This is not funny, T. What if he was a serial killer? Or is one for that matter! You can't just give out personal information like that. He could have been like, I don't know, a identity thief!" I say through grit teeth.

"Girl, chill out. Did he really seem like that to you? With how upset he was about his dog? I mean, I could see the two of you vibing Saturday. Why wouldn't I give him your number? You wouldn't have done it." She says stubbornly.

"No, I wouldn't have. And that should have told you not to do it. Sure he's charming, but you and I both don't know him. He could be anyone."

"Well, you should get to know him. If he's a creep change your number. Simple as that." She says rolling her eyes.

"Uh! That is not the point!" I say gravely.

"Then what is your point?" She asks.

"That you shouldn't give out stuff like that without telling me!" I screech just as Charlotte walks in.

"What's going on here?" She asks curiously.

"Nothing." I sigh reluctantly. Obviously, I won't get my point across this way.

"She's mad I gave the cute Mexican guy her number." Tasha says with a shrug.

"You did what?" Charlotte eyes flared with the news.

"He wanted to ask her out. Which I'm guessing he did or she wouldn't have known I gave out her number in the first place." T says nonchalantly.

I blush intensely as Charlotte asks, "Are you going out with this man?"

"I, um, I guess. Yes. I am." I finish lamely.

Tasha squeals beside me. "Girl, why didn't you just start with that? Give me all the details. Don't leave anything out."

Charlotte glares at Tasha, "Do not give out personal information of my employees ever again. This is your only warning. Am I understood?"

"Yes, ma'am. I apologize." T says slightly shocked by Charlotte's outburst.

"Good." She says turning on her heel and walking away.

"Man, she freaks out nearly as bad as you do." Tasha whispers.

"I don't get like that. I get mad, yeah, but that was something different." I watch as Charlotte enters her office.

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T wouldn't leave me alone until I gave her every boring detail. She was shocked when I said I almost told him no. She is more excited for my date than I am. She said I have to call her that night and give her all the details. I made no such promises.

It was another steady day. Just enough of what we could handle. There was a beagle that had to have surgery due to a pinched bowel. Nothing too severe, mostly check ups and shots.