Civil Savage by Katherine Anderson

Author:Katherine Anderson [Anderson, Katherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-04T16:00:00+00:00

I get to work just in time to make it to my desk before my boss comes over with his empty coffee mug, thrusting it into my hands.

“One cream, four sugars, make sure it’s hot when you get back,” he says, not taking his eyes off his phone.

“Yes, Mr. Culpepper. Can I get you a pastry from the cart?”

“What? Hm? Oh, yes, a pastry. Grab me one of those jelly-filled doo-dahs. I don’t care. Hurry back, now.” He turns and leaves me holding his mug in one hand and my bag in the other. I drop the bag in my chair and make my way to the coffee bar.

One cream, four sugars; one cream, four sugars. I repeat the words over in my head like a mantra, not noticing my best friend Samantha slide up beside me.

“So have you heard from your dreamboat yet?” Samantha asks, pouring herself a cup of hot water and sinking her tea bag into it.

“One cream, four… Wait, what?” I set the mug in front of the coffee machine and press the correct combination of buttons and pull the lever, waiting for the machine to spit out my boss’s precious coffee.

“You know, the dreamboat security guy. Terry? Was that his name?”

I sigh and turn to face Samantha, narrowing my eyes at her. She knows I don’t like my personal business brought up at work. “Can you keep your voice down please? His name is Tyler… And yes, I’ve heard from him. We have a date tonight.”

Samantha’s face breaks out in a grin and she pinches my arm. “So that’s why you were almost late! You and your lover boy were on the phone having a tryst, weren’t you?”

“Samantha Elliot, you hush your mouth. We were not having a ‘tryst’. I was just… Otherwise engaged…”

“Otherwise engaged? Olivia Miller, you dirty girl! Give me all the details and leave nothing out.”

“Later, Sam. Later.” The machine spits out Mr. Culpepper’s coffee and I add the cream and sugar the way he likes it. The bakery cart comes around just in time to grab one of the jelly-filled pastries he likes and head back to his office. I knock on the door and wait for Mr. Culpepper’s booming voice before I enter. He doesn’t look up from his computer screen as I enter and set the coffee on his desk.

“Ms. Miller, if you’re going to be late to work, at least be expeditious with my coffee. Is it warm?”

“Yes, Mr. Culpepper. And I brought you the pastry you requested.”

I turn around and head for the door, stopping in my tracks as his voice rings through the room.

“Very good, you can go now. And Ms. Miller?”

“Yes Mr. Culpepper?” I squeak, turning on my heel.

“Don’t make a habit of being late.”

“Yes, sir.”

I exit the office and try to shake off the creepy feeling of being watched. By the time I make it to my desk, Samantha has left me five instant messages. I sit down to answer them, shoving my bag under my desk.

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