บท 816: Informing The Informer

Three hours into my shift, the cafe moderately filled with clattering glass and chattering folks making up most of the early morning rapport, and I was clinging less and less to the ill-fated prospect that the boss-lady will ever show. 

Overthinking led me down on a journey of deep-seated animosity, one where Hayley was doing everything in her power never again have my presence desecrate her peace of mind after that little stunt I pulled on her on Christmas 

Common sense told me she was probably just busy with other things at the moment. 

Take a guess which of the two had me hoodwinked and made a devout believer of. 

Doesn't help that Nick was also far too busy being, well, Nick, to bother answering when I tried asking him about it. Once again just shut up in his man cave of an office, lazing away, five tabs of solitaire opened on his computer, don't know what the hell he actually does on there - but I wouldn't put it past him.