Chapter 73: The Devil And The Angel

Charlotte I lied. And I hated doing it—in fact, I hated doing it to Damien. I hated looking at him and saying things I didn’t mean. It was too easy for me to tell the truth and how I felt. I liked him, but I was scared. I was scared because I didn’t know what I was supposed to do with myself. Office romances, as far as I was concerned, always ended badly. Why was I so adamant about it? I found myself asking. Workplace romances were often discouraged by everyone I knew, which only consisted of a handful of people. Still, I listened and I learned from mistakes. There were simply too many contingencies and too many things that could go wrong. Work differences, for instance. And if it wasn’t the work difference, then it could be the workload or a supervisor who didn’t care. But you don’t have any of that. I heard the devil on my shoulder say, “In fact, your working doesn’t differ. It’s practically moving together. You’re in synergy and you don’t want to see that.” “Don’t listen to her,”