One Hundred and Three

May’s POV

The weight of the day pressed down on me like a lead blanket as I sprawled across the couch, a sigh escaping my lips. Damn, I was tired.

I had been working extra hard today, working as if I wanted to erase what Asher had done to Gary. I wanted to show my boss that I was sorry about what happened, and that he had only done that from a place of anger.

Now, my body ached because of it, the running around, the extra work of making sure everything was in order, and nothing was out of place.

As I lay done here, my mind buzzed with the near-miss of today; Gary's stern face flashed in my mind's eye, the way his mouth had tightened just because I went to his office to apologize, and he decided not to let me go. I had been on the edge so much I was almost shaking from everything.

The more I thought about it, the more I was unable to concentrate, so things took me even longer time just to make sure it was all right. And when he shook his head and told me it wasn’t something I should wo