IV. Flynn came out of the kitchen as I was heading for a refill. He was carrying his flask of coffee, which he kept topped up all day. It was a cute...
III. Flynn was like a fever, one that would not break. My day could come crashing around my ears if he wasn’t in the office or appeared disinterested...
II. Never have I been so desperate to return to work. The Christmas holidays were a wash out as predicted. My brother, Darren, was clearly stoned the...
PART ONE ~Rebecca~ I. The aroma of his aftershave, spicy yet fresh, hit me as he entered my cubicle. He must have brushed against the Christmas tree...
