What’s mine
“Good morning, Eleanor,” Mr. Jason greets first before me. This is the first time since I started working for him that he has greeted me first.
“Morning, Mr. Jason”
“Did you like them?” He asks, referring to the flowers.
“Yes, I did” My whole house is filled with flowers that hold cards saying sorry from you. Of course, I like them. I can’t even believe you sent them and apologized.
“That’s good to hear. Come,” He says, gesturing for me to come to his side of his desk. I walk over to him, wondering what he wants. “I am happy you like them,” He says, taking my hands in his. “I can touch you now, right?” He asks while holding my hand
“Yes, you can, but I need to tell you something.”