Tuesday morning, I felt a little unnerved, walking back into the office.
Now that we were back in work mode, I imagined things would go right back to the way they were before the two of us spent the weekend exploring every inch of each other.
"Morning, Brock," I said, placing a cup of coffee on the corner of his desk, like I did every morning.
I felt a sense of foreboding when I noticed he wasn't smiling as he gestured at the door. And his voice was eerily calm as he said, "Could you close the door please, Lissa?"
Now I wondered if the rumour was true, and he'd just been afraid to admit that he had been planning to fire me. And now that our fun-filled weekend together was over, maybe he really did want me gone.
After I'd closed the door, I took the seat across from him and waited, my
