his house in michigan

“Hello?” Ты ask confused but still sobbing.
“Abby?” the man asks. “It’s Marshall. Are Ты ok?” he asks. Ты wipe Ты yes and take a breath.
“Does it sound like Im ok?” Ты yell at him though the phone.
“Hey, Im sorry, I was just concerned, Ты left so quickly,” he says. “Why are Ты crying anyway?” he asks.
“Why do Ты think Im crying Ты idiot,” Ты yell then start to feel bad for calling him a idiot, but hearing no reaction to that Ты really don’t care no more, Ты sit there and continue to cry just slightly.
“Is it because of me?” he asks softly.
“Its because…I…I...

Its Monday now… Its about almost noon it also almost time for your break. Ты glance out your window and see I familiar face its Marshall. *Oh great* Ты think to yourself, Ты try to block your face so he wouldn’t notice you. He walks in and walks up to Wanda.
“Uh.. Hello?” she asks turning to Marshall. “Can I help Ты with something?” she asks.
“Yeah is uh.. Abby in?” he asks. Ты stare at the both of them glaring.
“Yep, shes in there,” Wanda says pointing to your office. He smiles and walks into your office.
“Hello,” he says and sits in a chair.
“What do Ты want, why...