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Hayden
“Mr. Carmichael, are you okay?”
I draw my attention back to Nellie, who stands in my office doorway with a concerned look on her face. I must have really been zoned out to warrant Nellie’s concern. She’s well-known as the office hardass. I clear my throat before smiling over at her.
“I’m fine, Nellie. Thanks for checking in.”
“Frank said these need to be filed?” She hands me a thick manila envelope with a roll of her eyes.
One peek at the documents inside and I know what it is - something I’d been expecting to show up all morning.
“Great. Thanks.”
She lingers at the door as I continue pursuing the contents. “Is there something else?”
“I’m concerned. You’ve been so distracted lately. That’s not like you.” Her face pinches in uncertainty, probably worried about speaking out of turn.
“I promise, there’s nothing to worry about.”
“If it’s nothing to ‘worry about’ then it must be a girl. Who is she? It’s not Jenny in HR, is it?”
I crack out a laugh at the look of utter disgust on the seventy-year-old woman’s face. I suppose her reaction is valid. Jenny from HR is a handful, a stuck-up bitchy handful that we all make a game of avoiding.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes, it is a woman that has my mind so occupied. And no, it’s not Jenny.”
“If you need any advice, my cubicle is always open.” She sends me a wink before turning to leave.
I wouldn’t even know where to start…
I slept with a woman, now I can’t get her off of my mind?
I had mind-blowing sex with someone I just met and now she’s all I can think about?
Is it possible to fall in love at first sight because I think it might be.
Veronica.
Who is Veronica? And why the hell had I never met her before now?
While sipping my coffee, I pull out my phone and open up Facebook. There has to be a record of her somewhere. Just because I don’t know who she is right now, that doesn’t mean I can’t learn.
I type in ‘Veronica’. I don’t know her last name, but I’m hoping that won’t matter. If she was at the party last night, that must mean that we share at least one mutual friend. I scour through the results as they load up.
The top result is a page for a supermodel, I think.
Next result, I click on, but the only photo I’m able to view is one of a small dog bounding through a field. I understand sharing photos of your pets, but I’ll never get why people use them as profile pictures. Three friends in common, both of whom I only faintly know.
There’s gotta be a closer match.
Hmm… moving on.
It’s the third result where I strike gold. Veronica Hall.
It’s her. But her account is set to private, hiding everything but her picture and our mutual friends. Two; my mom’s veterinarian Lucas and-
Oh, this is good.
