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"Can you file this?" I asked my coworker.
She responded with a friendly nod prompting me to thank her and return back to what I was doing.
I honestly loved working again, and even though I was a little nervous to get back into the field—it was definitely better than sitting home over thinking everything.
Helping people was something I was passionate about, and I think I had forgotten that.
Thankfully for me, unlike my last job—everyone here was professional.
As my phone rang I squinted my eyebrows in confusion.
Nobody called me at work unless it was an emergency—and even then the number wasn't from Javier or André.
I decided to ignore it and continued typing away on the computer.
It was when my phone rang a second time that I knew I had to answer.
"Hello?" I questioned suspiciously.
"Damn, you had a nigga thinking crazy." Clare spoke.
I removed the phone from my ear and gave it a crazy look before responding.
"You're calling already?" I questioned.
"Damn don't sound too excited." He chuckled.
"No I'm happy, it's just—this is the earliest you've ever called, it caught me off guard."
"Remember when I told you I would be gettin' a lil bit more freedom, well..."
"Yeah," I responded.
I had mixed feelings about it honestly, I loved that we could contact each other more, but at what price was what worried me.
