Fight Club, Part 4 of 4
This entry is continued from: Fight Club, Part 3 of 4
As I walked into the office the next morning, I was met with wary glances. I went my floor, sat down at my desk, and started doing my work like nothing was out of the ordinary.
I am Will’s state of complete obliviousness.
The office assistant was the first to actually say something.
“What the hell happened to you?” She asked.
I was dressed in a dark red shirt, a darker red tie, and my hair was freshly buzzed short. Stack onto that the fact that I was sporting a really angry-looking black eye and suddenly I went from the only gay guy in the office to the biggest badass in Chapel Hill.
“You should see the other guy,” was all I said on the matter.