It was late into Friday afternoon, and I should have already left the office.
“Fuck!” I thought to myself, “Traffic is going to be horrible.”
Several people had been called into Angela’s office today, and most of them had looked like shit as they left for the day. Not the, “Hey! It looks like they have had some fun,” kind of shit, but that, “I think they are going to jump from the closest bridge,” sort of look. My heart raced in suspense, while I had hoped to find out what was causing people to be this distraught. I watched Jeremy from Accounts Payable emerge from Angela’s office and glanced up toward me as he walked by me. I could swear that I saw a tear beginning to form on his face.
My phone rings, and I wait.
One ring….
Two rings…
I look through the glass walls toward Angela’s office, and I see her staring at me.
I parse my lips for a split second and lift the phone to my ear.
“Hello, this is Paul.”
“Paul…I know who this is,” Angela says in a suspicious tone, “why did you take so long to pick up?”