#Chapter 66-Regretting It

Monday morning, I awake to texts and phone calls all from Ryan. I’d blocked his number, but each message comes from another phone, totaling four different possible burner phones. “Why?” I ask the ceiling as though it’ll answer me. Today I’ll be going back to the office. I’ve grown stir crazy in this apartment, and even though I’m still worried about the internal investigation, I told myself I wasn’t going to skip anymore work unless I was dying. I delete the notifications on my phone from my idiot ex and get myself ready to return to my job. “Good morning, Esme!” The front receptionist chirps, smiling while I walk in with my arms around multiple files. “Morning,” I call back with my own smile. That’s how it is. As I get to my floor, everyone is bright and happy to see me. It’s odd. I don’t remember anyone ever really giving me so much attention. I stop at Derek’s office before my own, wanting to leave him my information