We’re already not talking again. I wish our relationship were either strictly business or personal – but then it wouldn’t be. There isn’t a shred of any of the things that make personal relationships function; no respect, or affection, or – well, what can exist without respect?

I already know that I’ll find myself in his office again. I’m tired of pretending these things won’t occur when I know they must.

But I am more tired of trying to believe that even the basic courtesies will be employed.