Chapter 693

On my way to the breakroom, I casually asked a few coworkers, "Mr. Shane didn't come in today?"

They exchanged looks, barely holding back laughter. It only made me more curious. "What's the deal? Something happen to him?"

"He got scratched up!" one finally blurted.

"His girlfriend probably did it," someone else chimed in.

"Who knew she had claws like that?"

"Yeah, well, he was at a nightclub. Honestly, if I were her, I'd scratch him up too."

The chatter snowballed from there, painting a pretty clear picture: Ron wasn't in because he had a visible scratch on his face and was too embarrassed to show up.

When I got back to my desk, I couldn't resist giving him a call. Not to poke fun-just, you know, check in. After all, he'd always been nice to me.

"Don't listen to the nonsense those gossiping hens

chef's kiss classic-the guilty dog barks first. I played dumb.

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didn't you go to the office

talk. Why? Something happen?" "Ugh, don't even get me started..." And just like that, he launched into a dramatic retelling

hanging over my mood. I couldn't resist

back, laughing. "But

but Ron didn't mean anything by it-it was just the guy's charm setting

for him what he'd just

you go to?" I cut

he said without hesitation. Then he

guessed he'd

Isn't it

I don't know. You women

offended every woman on the planet

after... you know, scratching you?" I asked, trying to keep the laugh

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