I can not believe that my husband is too afraid of a dog to get out of a storage closet, and would rather starve to death than call me and admit the truth about his secret office designing plan. Thank goodness that I found his hidden blog and have been reading all his posts, otherwise I never would have known.
Bandit has been stuck in the office for three days now, but finally, I am on my way to save him. I’ve been to the pet store to grab a few dog treats and some toys to deal with the supposedly crazy beast, and I’ve just returned from my little trip out to the coast, where I found the business that works at the building. They’re all on a retreat for a couple of weeks, but I managed to convince the boss to hire me. I pretended that I wanted to work for them so desperately that I tracked them down to their holiday location just to beg for a position. They agreed to take me on as a receptionist and gave me a key to the building.
So yeah, I’m technically an employee of this business now. I actually don’t mind the idea of working there, so hopefully, they don’t assume that I’m responsible for Bandit’s commercial design. Melbourne offices aren’t safe from Bandit, yet, I don’t think. He’s going to want to see this designing streak through to the end, even once I save him and it’s clear that the truth is out. And because I love him so much, I probably won’t stop him.
At least I’ll be working in an office with one of the best commercial fitouts around Melbourne, provided the business doesn’t suspect that I was involved. Come to think of it, I probably shouldn’t be posting all this information online. But whatever, if I lose the job it’s not a big deal. I’ll just go back to teaching my third grade class.