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It was easy for me to get wrapped up in my day. When I do anything, I do it correctly. I don’t waste time scrolling on my cell phone or reading the news when I know I have a job to do.
I smirk.
Well, that’s almost always the truth, except when Miss Avery Parker distracts me. It’s happened more than a time or two in this very office. A distraction I’m itching to get home to right now.
I pull the envelope out of the mess and open it. Reaching in, I feel a stack of something.
Pictures?
I discard the envelope and start flipping through them slowly. Someone has been taking pictures of Avery and me.
These are all of our times out in public settings. A few from our favorite bar, another set on a walk; there’s maybe less than fifteen photos here, but enough.
The hair on the back of my neck pricks up. Who sent this to me?
I notice markings on one of the photos and flip it over.
“Ready to repent, Father?” is written on the back of it.
Fuck.
Quickly, I put the photos back into the discarded envelope and tuck it into my briefcase.
I head to Patricia’s station in the front.
“Patricia, how are you?”
“A little late in the morning to be asking, but fine. Business as usual here.”
She doesn’t even ask what I want.
“Someone left me a package, well a manilla envelope, on my desk this morning. Was it you?”
She finally turns to acknowledge me and eyes me cautiously.
“No, that wasn’t me.”
“But then how could someone get into my office before you arrived?”
She takes a moment to consider my question.
“I was the first person in today.”
Clearly annoyed that someone dared complete a task she needed to have oversight on. In this case, I wish she had.
Finally, she snaps her fingers together.
“The office cleaning company. They were here last night; they might have been handed your package after we all left for the day.”
“Thank you.”
Not helpful but at least a plausible answer. Whoever gave me these pictures doesn’t want me to know who they are.
Turning back down the hallway, I go to grab my briefcase. Pulling it up on my shoulder, I take a final look around to see if there are any other mystery gifts waiting for me.
A slight tapping at my door makes me turn around. Greg is standing in my doorway and makes his way in.
“Greg, to what do I owe this pleasure?”
