THE NEXT DAY
GUIDLSWORTH
POV DESMOND
I yawned as I came into work the next day. I knew it was going to be hard given the events of yesterday. I was still anxiously going through Nathaniel's thoughts about Thomas. My uncle failed to send an email this evening. Which only made me worry even more.
"Did someone have a late night?" Cynthia teased as I walked into the back office.
"Cynthia," Janice yelled from the front booths, "get back to work!"
Cynthia winked at me as she walked back up to the front. Cynthia had started to fit in nicely with our group. Janice was even warming up to her.
I placed my coat and briefcase on my desk, smiling to myself. My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled it out. I scratched at my still-forming beard; I could not understand how people grew it past this stage.
It was from Nathaniel. 'Did you sleep well?'