Hank
“Morning,” I greeted as I walked into the office of Crawlott Construction. The weather was dark and gloomy, much like my mood, but as I took a seat at my desk, I couldn’t help but look over at Alastair. He was on the phone, but there was this nagging feeling that I couldn’t shake. Damon and Atticus greeted me with their usual gusto, which only further confused me. After my date with Corey, I just couldn’t help but feel like I had taken one step forward and five backwards. The tension in the office hung like a storm cloud. Much like the weather outside. Alastair wasn’t just my boss, he was a friend. Someone I respected. But after last night, I was truly confused and upset by his lack of support and obvious discomfort. I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to know from him what the hell wa
