22: Grade A asshole

Friday came sooner than Calvin wanted. So far, Camilla hadn’t bothered him all week, and he was grateful for that. The moment his door opened, that gratitude flew out of it. Camilla waved. Today, she wasn’t in a pencil skirt but a suit. Shutting the door with her foot, she catwalked to his door.

Calvin stretched his hand to her. “Eggs.”

“Come on, I just got here. Let me sit first,” Camilla told him. Yeah, she didn’t have the eggs. “Well, can I sit now, Vinny? Last—”

“Sit if you have the eggs.”

“Come on!” she whined.

Since he was done with work for the day, he might as well entertain both of them.

“Fine. Have a seat, Miss Mckenna,” he said.

Camilla grinned. Sitting, she dropped her bag on his desk. He had already packed up. If she had come ten minutes later, she would have missed him. He withdrew his pen from his breast pocket, wrote two dig