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.

give me a chance to say hi. "Don't listen to the nonsense those gossiping

I played

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you go to the office

started..." And just like that, he launched into a dramatic retelling of the exact story the office had already spilled.

instantly cleared the storm cloud hanging over my mood. I couldn't

back, laughing. "But only for

small jolt, but Ron didn't mean anything by it-it was just the

for him what he'd just said. "Oh, shoot.

go to?" I

Then he stopped,

he'd

That's basically a networking spot for rich people. Isn't it where the Seavora crowd goes to close deals

out. Maybe because I came home late? I don't know. You

woman on the planet with that

scratching you?" I asked, trying

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