Is my tongue out? Almost.
Johnny had been sulky and hot-headed all morning until noon, and now he’s letting out steam—on me.
I still can't believe he managed to keep his ass inside the office and actually work. It’s a rare event. And somehow, it's making my nose wrinkle. I haven't even taken a breather and my stomach is already crying for food.
For the past hour, I’ve gone down and back to my desk more than a dozen times. He’s even asking me to do tasks that aren't mine.
“Looks like Sir Johnny’s giving you a workout, huh, Cassidy?” Miss Thessaloniki, the fat redheaded HR manager—aka Miss T—comments while munching on her donut by the shredder.
Every minute is snack time for her.
I'm still amazed she hasn’t developed type 2 diabetes. She’s been gaining weight every day—I can tell by ho
