Chapter 197: The Desire to Die Passed

A loud slurping sound announces my delicious pouch of juice packed in today's lunch is finished. I give it another two good sucks decompressing the bag entirely to ensure I get every last drop. When I'm satisfied I toss the metallic pouch on top of the empty Lunchable container. The last two days were relegated to nothing but my recuperation. For the most part I'm better, a few small sniffles here or there, but the overwhelming desire to lie down and die has passed.

My return to work was approved by both Grant and Drew because they are still under the delusion they get to boss me around. It's cute... until I decide it isn't and then both boys are in for a rude awakening.

John peeks his head around the door to my office. "Hey, Clare, good to have you back. You have a visitor out front."

"Thanks for filling in for me," I toss my trash in the basket next my desk. "Do you mind sending him back?" I'm not sure why Grant wouldn't just come in.