Back then…
Matthew
My brain short-circuits. I stare at Sarah, then at Mr. Wilson, my mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air.
"I need some air," I finally manage, rising to my feet so quickly that my chair nearly topples backward. "Excuse me."
I don't wait for permission. I stride out of the office, my footsteps echoing on the polished floor. I make my way to the elevator, jabbing at the button repeatedly.
When the doors finally slide open, I step inside and lean against the wall, exhaling a shaky breath. What just happened? How did I go from potentially being fired to apparently dating the boss's daughter?
The elevator doors open at the lobby, and I walk straight out of the building, loosening my tie as I gulp down fresh air. My phone buzzes in my pocket.
Sarah: Meet me at the park across the street in 10 minutes. We need to talk.
