Chapter 98

• When the Westwood offices emptied yesterday evening, I went to her desk. I sat in her chair. I touched everything there that she’d touched. I wanted to jerk off and leave her a gift, but I knew only too well the security cameras recording everything, and I was already in a pot of hot water bigger than this building so I did my best to rein it in.
• Sort of.
• I looked in her desk drawers, finding a teacup that matched the plates we ate our cake from the other night.