🔐 your best kept secret
As much as it would have served Owen better to stay in bed through the shrill cry of his alarm clock, it wasn’t in the cards this morning. He’d had a long night and an interesting talk with Becky, one that only seemed to go in circles before he decided to end it. She was the one in the spotlight, but it was Owen who felt equally as uncomfortable, the conversation unlike anything he was used to. He’d surrounded himself with very like minded friends throughout high school, and that meant that topics like sex were free flowing, never taboo and certainly never sinful. This was a learning experience for Owen, though he surely failed his first exam. He could have easily let it go and return to work like nothing had ever been said in the exam room, but he was always the nosy type, blunt enough to question everything, even when it wasn’t his business-which in this case, it wasn’t Even so, Becky had obliged him, making it that much easily to prod further into her tight psyche, coming up short on where to go from there. Shaking his head of it all, he finally rolled out of bed to prepare for the day. He didn’t want to think about the potential awkwardness that today’s shift might ensue, wondering whether to apologize to the blonde again or leave well enough alone. He was still undecided as he made his way into work, but told himself that he’d make the best of it, that is until he noted the time and his own lateness. Cringing at the flock of patients in his waiting room, he shuffled into the receptionist lobby, picking up clipboards for the day. Thankfully most of his cases had been assigned to PA’s, leaving him in the clear until his next appointment that afternoon. It was a fresh patience, no paperwork filed away just yet, so he decided to get a head start, walking over to the nearest unoccupied computer that he couldn’t help but to notice belonged to Becky. His heart dropped at her absence, dreading the very real chance that he had scared her out of working for him any longer, but as the screen came into view, he saw that she was logged in, more relief flooding him than there should be. Finding the proper browser, he pulled up a new tab, hearing a voice the moment in was up. Looking around, he found it strange that nobody had been talking, but chalked it up to his own tire as he turned back to the screen. No sooner than the speaking had ceased, a much louder and very prominent wail came from the speakers, Owen’s eyes widening. Hesitantly clicking to the next tab over, he was met with a screen full of penis, horrified at the grunts and groans attached. Frantically, his cursor found the exit, flushing at the eyes on his from receptionists in the room. Making no excuse for himself, or rather for Becky, he stood up straight, beelining out of the area. Before he could reach the hallway, he was met head on with the girl in question, literally running into her in his haste. “My office. Now,” he demanded, shuffling past her and into the room at the furthest end of the building.
