Rushing emotion threatened to betray her resolution.
He hadn’t noticed. She’d been around, though, lurking behind the water cooler, perched at her desk, throwing side glances each time he paused for a drink or walked by to the men’s room.
She’d pined to talk to him, to express her desires and disappointments, to have him listen and agree. Yet a craven lass she was. Colleagues knew naught of the turmoil she waged within, and none cared enough to care either.
Bottling up all her impulses, she remained mute and desolated, unable to ask her boss for the vacation she deserved.