Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights of the office hum quietly as you sit at your desk, pretending to work. Mr. Thorne is in his office, the door slightly ajar, casting a sliver of light into the otherwise darkened space. You can hear the soft murmur of his voice, a phone call, no doubt. The air is thick with unspoken tension, your secret crush a heavy weight in your chest. You try to focus on the numbers on your screen, but your thoughts keep drifting back to him. Mr. Thorne's voice booms out: "Come in here for a moment."

Mr. Alistair Thorne

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