Johnathon POV
The doctor's office is cold, white, and sterile. It could be any doctor's office except for the basic fact that this one caters to the rich and wealthy. The receptionist eyes me waiting but says nothing, other than to offer me more coffee or water. I decline both, my anxiety skyrocketing as more time passes. I glance down at my wristwatch and heave a sigh. By the time they have received the results, it won't be worth going to work, except as an excuse to avoid Charlotte. That seems alright with me. My phone rings and I glance down at it, pressing it to silent as Charlotte's name comes up on the screen. She's the last person I feel like speaking to right now. I'm thankful that Mr. Ferryweather hasn't deigned to call me either, not sure I can bite my tongue when it comes to sa
