It feels like I just sold my freedom as I walk in step with Clay to his office. None of them wanted me alone, and for good reason, but still, ugh!!!
I sit there idle for a while as I just watch Clay studiously typing away on his computer, seemingly minding his business– which is great, but not OK with me.
I want attention and I've had everybody else except him.
I sigh, aloud, breaking his concentration momentarily as he looks up, glancing across at me. "Everything good?"
"Couldn't be better." I sarcastically reply slouching further back into the leather office couch.
"Bored?"
Oh, he knows me so well.
Without answering he looks over to the other corner of his office, pointing out a bookshelf. "You can choose anyone."
Yeah, just what I need. I refrain from rolling my eyes as I forc
