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.

me a chance to say hi. "Don't listen to the nonsense those gossiping hens at the office are saying. None of it's

chef's kiss classic-the guilty dog barks first. I played dumb. "Huh? What are you even talking about? Who

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was a pause. "Wait, didn't you go to the office today?

Something happen?" "Ugh, don't even get me started..." And just like that, he launched into a dramatic retelling of the exact story the office had already spilled. By the end, he dropped the

hanging over my mood. I couldn't resist

back, laughing. "But only for someone like

didn't

what he'd just said. "Oh, shoot. Sorry, I

did you go

he said without hesitation. Then he stopped, like he'd said

guessed he'd realized

Isn't

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

woman on the planet

she calmed down after... you know, scratching you?" I asked, trying

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