Lilian's POV
Augusto rarely reached out to me first.
I couldn't understand why he'd suddenly called me twice in a row today.
Part of me wanted to call him back, but then I remembered how coldly he'd thrown me out of his car this morning. That memory alone made me decide I had zero interest in talking to him.
"Hey, could you make two copies of this and bring them to my desk?" a coworker called out.
I shoved my phone into my desk drawer, grabbed the papers, and headed to the copy machine.
Once I dove into work, I couldn't stop. Hours flew by without me realizing it, and Augusto's missed calls completely slipped my mind.
The afternoon proved just as chaotic as the morning. I was constantly on my feet, barely catching my breath between tasks.
Despite being exhausted and my ankle throbbing painfully, I found this kind of hectic pace oddly energizing. It made me feel useful, alive even.
