On my way to the breakroom, I casually asked a few coworkers, "Mr. Hall didn’t come in today?"

They exchanged glances, struggling to hold back laughter. Their reactions only piqued my curiosity. "What’s going on? Something happen to him?"

"He got scratched up!" one of them finally blurted out.

"Probably his girlfriend," someone added with a grin.

"Guess she let him know who’s in charge!"

"Yeah, well, he was at ...