We Shouldn't

Bennett Fox walked into my life on one hell of a crappy Monday morning. I was late for the first day at my new job-a job I'd now have to compete for even though I'd already worked eight years to earn it, because of an unexpected merger. While I lugged my belongings up to my new office, a meter maid wrote me a parking summons. She'd ticketed a long line of cars-except for the Audi parked in front of me, which happened to be the same make and model as mine. Annoyed, I decided to regift my tic...