Make Me Feel Alive

"Okay, so you head down this hallway on the fourth floor," I told the man with the package. "And it's the third door on the left."
"Oh, okay, cool, thanks," the UPS guy disappeared back into the elevator, and I turner back to my computer.
Okay, now all I had to do was remind Mr. Wireman he had two appointments this afternoon and Mr. Burrows had to pick up his wife from the dry cleaners.
Or her laundry.
Or maybe her I wasn't sure.
I frowned.
Whatever.
I stood and hustled to the back, flipping through the mail and sectioning it between the two men. I popped my head into Mr. Burrows office, giving him a smile.
"Here's your mail! And don't forget the dry cleaners this afternoon."
"Thank you, Morgan," Mr. Burrows said, not looking away from his computer screen. "I'll pick her up."
So he was picking her up then.
"Okay," I ducked out and hesitated as I made my way to Mr. Wiremans office. I peered around the door, but he wasn't there.
I let my breath go as I hurried to his desk and laid his mail down; it was a promising day when I didn't have to run into him.
I turned on my heel, and froze.
I spoke too soon.
"Hello, Ms. Tate," Mr. Wireman said, smiling at me as he stepped into the suddenly cramped space.
"Uh, I was just dropping off your mail," I told him, taking a step back so he could go around me. Instead, he continued to stand in the doorway as if he had no intention of moving. "You have two appointments this afternoon," I told him, crossing my arms uncomfortably. "One at two with Mrs. Dilaurentis and another at three fifteen with Mr. Fitz discussing his article."
"Thanks. I had almost forgotten them."
I forced a smile. "I'll just get back to the front then. I still have to tell Mr. Burrows about his appointments."
"I thought you just came from there." He gazed at me, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorjam, his mustache twitching. "I thought I saw you leaving his office." He was starting to freak me out.
"I --- forgot to tell him about one of his--- his appointments." I was starting to feel awkward. I needed to get out of here. It was dark, the lights were off, and he was looming in the doorway.
This was making me nervous.
He took a step forward, and I didn't move, watching him warily as he stepped around me. He tugged on a lock of my hair as he brushed by, and I jerked, pulling away from him.
I didn't want him touching me.
"You looked nice at the club the other night," he said casually, making me momentarily pause at the door. I glanced back at him, and he plopped down into his chair, propping his feet on his desk. "Who was the guy you were with? New boyfriend?" "We're just friends."
"Really? Do you dance with all of your friends like that? I never picked you for a party girl, Morgan."
"You don't know anything about me, sir."
And I quickly scurried my butt back to my desk.

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