Debbie
My office was a tomb. It was another day I sat at my desk, staring at the screen, but none of the words made sense. My mind kept flashing back to the room. Rain’s hands on that girl’s hips. Everything that happened yesterday.
My phone buzzed again. For the upteenth time today.
And I knew who it was, even before I checked.
I didn't even look at the screen before I swiped it face down. There were limits to this. And one of the last things I wanted now was all those cliché lines.
He isn't anything to me but a brother-in-law. So… the earlier I accept that fact and act like it, the better.
I picked up the intercom.
"Sarah, please. My office," I called out.
In a few minutes, my assistant practically sprinted into the room.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"I’m going to the warehouse," I said, stan
