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The afternoon dragged on toward five o'clock, moving at a snail's pace, like a clock that knows exactly how much I'm suffering and relishing every second of it.
Since the mid-morning meeting, I'd been keeping up my perfect professional act, answering emails swiftly, updating the shared drive carefully, even organizing the supply closet because, well, when you're left to your own devices, trouble seems to find you, especially when that trouble is a flirty omega scheming to win over his boss.
Miles had found me in the break room around three-thirty, clutching his oversized coffee mug like it was a lifeline, wearing that defeated look of a guy who had once again talked himself into asking Jessie out, only to promptly back out.
