“Tomorrow?”
“No.”
“Next week?”
“No.”
‘s no forever.”
He smiled slightly.
“Okay.”
And walked away.
The following week, it was 9:40 p.m.
I left the office late.
Again.
The building was quieter than usual.
Lights dimmed.
Security doing their rounds.
I walked to the parking lot with my bag over my shoulder and my phone in my hand.
Then paused.
Because Marcus was there.
Leaning against his car.
Like this was not unusual.
“You’re still here?” I asked.
“You’re still here,” he returned.
“That’s my job.”
“That’s mine too.”
Funny dude, how does a ceo have this much free time.
Silence.
Then
“I thought I’d walk you to your car.”
“I’ve been walking myself to my car for years.”
“I know.”
I waited.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t insist.
Didn’t step closer.
+15 PMS
Just stood there.

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