#Chapter 22- Lunch Dates

Fiona Stepping off the elevator, I sigh at the quiet of our floor. All week, I’ve felt the eyes and whispers of my coworkers following me, and even though I’ve tried to ignore them, it’s difficult. There have been a few situations where I caught them talking about me in the break room or on the way out of the office. Mostly the women aren’t happy I’m Ethan’s secretary. It seems the position is coveted, and that jealousy runs high in this building. I’ve also seen Angela a few times and received a few shoulder shoves when we walked past each other. Now, I completely avoid the marketing department if I can. And if I do have to go down there, I try to go during lunch, since she’s usually out during that time. “Fiona.” Ethan watches me from the door, making heat fill my cheeks. I’d completely zoned out. “Sorry. Here’s your lunch,” I say, quickly walking over and passing the takeout I’d just returned with to him. He eyes the bag, then me. “None for yourself?” “N-no