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Wes had spent the entire day thinking about Jamie, and he felt it start to affect his work. When that happened, he made himself hyperfocus, blocking out everything around him and only thinking about reading through contracts, signing off on changes, doing interviews for the round of new-hires they were doing. Before he knew it, it was dark outside. It hit him all at once that Jamie was supposed to meet him there, but Jamie never showed. He wondered if maybe he had decided he didn’t want to meet him after all, if he had come to himself in the hours they were apart and realized how bad of an idea Wes would be for him. When he pulled out his phone to check the time, he noticed the text and furrowed his brow. It was sent thirty minutes ago. Immediately he got up from his desk, and made his way to the waiting room, walking through the offices where almost everyone had gone home. There, in the corner, was Jamie. “Hang on a second,” he told him, then went over to the receptionist who was packing up to go home.
“Hey, your job is to let me know when people are here for me. They shouldn’t be texting me that they’re waiting for me like this is a fucking college dorm. This is a high end designer brand, not a shitty salon where you can file your nails and go on Facebook all day. Do your job, or I’ll find someone else.” He walked toward Jamie, but stopped himself, turning back to her. “Also, when comes in the future, just send him in.” He turned back to Jamie and extended his hand out to him. “I’m so sorry,” then lead him through the workspace to his office in the back. It was completely surrounded by glass, so he was able to see all aspects of the open floor planned office. He turned to face him and sighed, “this is definitely how I wanted the night to start, but I hope the rest of the night can make up for it.”