Days later
I haven't spoken to Mr. Sartorius. I just make sure to knock on his door and get the paper work and get out without a single word being said. I can see how he tries to speak but then decides to stay quiet. Which is a good idea because I wouldn't know what to say to him. As of now I was getting ready to go to lunch right across the street from the building. Loren didn't come into work today so I was going by myself. "Hey." Bailey spoke, getting in the elevator with me. I gave her a small forced smile and looked another way. "So what you saw the other day was crazy," she said laughing. I nodded, "Just to let you know, I know that you have something for Jacob." "No Bailey, I don't." Do I? "Stop lying and leave him alone. You got that." She angrily spoke. I sighed. The elevator doors opened and she walked out. I followed behind going the opposite way. Once I was out of the building I walked across the street to a little restaurant. This was one of my favorite places to eat when I wouldn't bring my own lunch. "Hi, how can I help you?" The women behind the cash register asks with a smile. "Hello, can I get a caesar salad and a water please." I say. "That'll be 5 dollars seven." I was taking out my wallet when I heard his voice. "I've got it, oh an can you add an extra water to that please." He spoke, giving the women his credit card. "Sure." She responds. I look up at him an decide to just leave it alone. At least I didn't have to pay for it. "Here you go." She says handing us our items. We silently walk over towards a booth and sat across from each other. "Thank you, Mr. Sartorius." I say, with a small smile. "My pleasure, and call me Jacob." I nodded opening up my salad. "You want to share?" I ask, slightly pushing the container over to him. "Yeah." He says with a smile. I'm just waiting for that conversation to come up, but it didn't. Not yet. We spent time laughing about stupid things and talked about random stuff. My boss was actually a fun guy. "Y/n." He spoke as I drank some water. "Yeah?" I ask, kinda knowing what he wants to say. "I want to talk to you about what you saw." He says, clearing his throat. "Ok." I finally agree taking a deep breath.
