Not only had I not heard from Seth, and spent the entire night tossing and turning thinking about him and his ex-wife, but now came time to face Daryl and Chelsea, and try to prove to Daryl he needed to promote me, not her. All while trying not to tear Chelsea’s head off. I made sure to make time for a forty minute session of yoga, followed by a large black coffee, before going to the office. When I arrived, I didn’t see Daryl immediately, which didn’t strike me as out of the ordinary. Somehow, though, I expected him to be standing at the counter, arms crossed as though he planned on reprimanding me. He hinted at dinner I may be the one hired, but after my rant about Chelsea backstabbing me, my chances may have slimmed down. An eerie silence hovered over the bank, my colleagues glancing at me as I walked in the door and quickly putting their attention back to their computers. I looked at the clock to confirm I arrived at my starting time. Ten minutes buffered between me and my official punch-in time, and even if I were remaining late, it didn’t concern them.
