Well, it’s happened. “Esme, please come into my office for a quick conversation.”
I can’t avoid him any longer. Part of me is relieved that I don’t have to keep running around acting like I’m not ignoring him.
The other part of me is painfully nervous for what he might say.
I take a deep breath outside his door, wipe my sweaty hands on my hips, and knock.
“Come on in, Esme,” he responds.
Entering his office is like a new world for me today. Derek is sitting at his desk in front of his computer like usual. However, his often friendly demeanor is replaced with a flat line where his smile tends to sit.
“Please close the door. Have a seat.”
His tone is straightforward, but thankfully, I don’t think he’ll be asking me about when
