While I’m at my desk, my eyes keep tracking Emerson. Watching him work, thinking about Monica and how he smiled at her. Am I expendable? Will he be tired of me one day and replace me with someone new? Why does that hurt so much to think about? Because it’s more than a job now, isn’t it? My stupid, ignorant heart went and got attached, and I can’t help the way I feel about Emerson Grant.
