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his wheelchair. He’s not in the chair because of a broken leg, that’s for sure. There’s something seriously wrong with him.
    For a second, I consider making a run for it. I sense an extremely uncomfortable situation coming on. But at that moment, Luke lays his eyes on me and I see no glimmer of recognition.
    “Eleanor Jenson?” he asks. His voice has changed too. It’s harder, colder. The voice of a ruthless businessman. Someone who’s going to fire us all.
    I nod. My own voice has vanished.
    “I’m Lucas Thayer,” he says, as if there was any chance I didn’t know who he was. “Please come into my office, Ms. Jenson.”
    I watch as he pushes his palms against the wheels of his chair and enters his office. When he turns his chair and slides seamlessly behind the desk, it occurs to me that he’s been in this wheelchair for a while. He’s comfortable in it. This is who he is now.
    “Have a seat, Ms. Jenson,” he says, since I’m still standing in the doorway, gawking at him.
    “I’m sorry, sir,” I say in a soft voice as I practically faint into the leather chair in front of his desk.
    “You don’t have to call me ‘sir,’” he says. He folds his hands together and that’s when I notice they don’t look quite right either. There are deep grooves between the tendons on the back of his hands that definitely did not exist in college. “You can call me Mr. Thayer.”
    “I’m sorry, Mr. Thayer,” I mumble. God, he’s still such an asshole. This is going to be miserable.
    “I know there’s been a lot of slacking off around here,” Luke continues in that hard voice. “But that’s going to end. Right now. Anyone who doesn’t take their job seriously is going to be looking for work elsewhere. Do you understand, Ms. Jenson?”
    “Yes, Mr. Thayer,” I say. I feel sick. Luke used to be a jerk, but he was never this horrible. I get what’s going on here. He’s bitter because he’s in a wheelchair. He wants to ruin everyone else’s lives the way his is ruined. He’s angry because he can’t walk and it seems like he can’t move his hands very well either. He’s just a bitter cripple who probably has to pay women to have sex with him or something.
    “Good,” he says. “Because I’m going to need your help cutting the fat. Tell me, are there any female employees that you think are going to be getting pregnant in the near future?  We don’t want any maternity leaves right now.”
    I know Gloria, two cubicles down from me, has been trying to get pregnant, but I can’t tell him that. I don’t want her to get fired.
    “No, I don’t,” I say quickly.
    Luke narrows his eyes at me. “Are you lying to me, Ms. Jenson?”
    I swallow. “No, of course not, Mr. Thayer.”
    “Next,” he says, “I want you to do a thorough search through the company employees’ medical records.”
    “Medical records?” I stare at him. This has gone from evil to illegal.
    “That’s right,” he confirms. “I want to weed out any abnormalities, any critical medical conditions.”
    I nod, thinking of poor Bob in sales, who had a heart attack last year.
      “But mostly, anything weird,” he says. “I don’t want any freaks working under me. I want them fired. Especially anyone born with extra toes, extra fingers…”
    At that moment, I look at Luke’s face and I see a grin slipping through.
    Shit, he recognized me.
    “Ho ho, very funny,” I say.
    “Oh, come on, Ellie,” Luke says, grinning full on now. “That was freaking hilarious . The look on your face… I wish I had a camera.”
    “I didn’t think you’d recognize me,” I admit.
    “Of course I recognized you,” he says. “How could I forget my first college crush?  Who horribly and painfully rejected me, I should add. And now I’m her boss.” He grins wider at the expression on my face. “Lucky for you, I don’t hold a grudge.”
    My shoulders relax as I study Luke’s face for a second. As messed up as he is below the neck,