Chapter 6 Part 1

Charlie

I tell myself encouraging and positive thoughts to help me get through my day. Nothing but relaxation and relief flow through me as I recline in my office chair with a coffee mug in hand. The silence of the empty office building adds to my comfort, although it doesn’t last forever.

“Good morning, Charlie,” Morgan sings as she pokes her head into my office.

“Must you say that every morning?” I say, annoyed.

“It is morning and your name is Charlie,” Morgan retorts.

“It’s how you say it, not why you say it, but anyways, good morning to you too, Morgan.”

“Well, we have a big party on Saturday, so there’s a lot to do. I’m going to get to work at the front desk.” She ducks out of the open doorway.

“Not so fast,” I yell, patiently waiting until she stands in the doorway again. “I need to talk to you about something. Sit down.” My index finger points to the chair that sits across from me.

The discontent on her face as she solemnly drags her feet to the chair and restlessly plops herse