C11

I settled down a bit in the swivel chair, I didn't understand how this man yesterday wrote to me like a teenager and today he acts like nothing happened. I checked my cell phone to reread the messages, for a moment I thought maybe I was the one who made a mistake.

Nope! Obviously I'm not crazy, the messages were intact and with the bad spelling, I went back to his photo, I had to refresh my eyes a little. He was online, just barely, and I was sending him a "Hello" but I shook my head to get rid of those bad thoughts.

Come on, America, you have to concentrate on your work. At the same time I remembered Billie, he was not far behind either, he was carved by the gods themselves.

I went through the documents on the table and they were all for Dalton, so any minute now he'd call me back.

"Hello, friend, how are you doing?" Vicky approaches my cubicle.

"The best," I smiled from ear to ear, "how are you?"

“A little sleepless, I was reviewing some reports that Mr. Morgan wanted for today so I