“I smiled, but his answering nod was short. The next few hours, I glanced up every time he passed my desk, but he never returned my look. By early evening, I was beginning to wonder if I’d imagined it all or if I’d done something wrong—or even something to lose his interest. For me, it was the opposite. It was as if he’d flipped me on like a light switch but forgotten to turn me off. Finally, I got the message I hadn’t realized I’d been hoping for. Mr. Brittany Do you have your cel...l on you? Admin Yes. Mr. Brittany Go to the bathroom. Finger yourself. Record it. Bring it to me. No less than two fingers. I blinked repeatedly at the screen and then around the office. There was only the melodic, ubiquitous tap of fingertips against keyboards. Mr. Brittany Hurry. I’m especially impatient today. I stood quickly from my desk, grabbing my purse.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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