My Ex-Best Friend Is My Boss

Chapter 7

I did not think I would ever see him again. I try to get myself together. I need this job for Michael. This job means I can do more for Michael. I put a smile on my face and said, “Hello Sir. I am Ms. Pratt. Thank you so much for the job. I look forward to working with you.”

“Alright, Ms. Pratt. Amelia here will show you your duties for this job.” He says, and then turns back to his computer. We walked out of his office and went to the little desk not too far from his office door. She shows me how to answer calls and how he likes his coffee. I find out today is just about getting comfortable with the role and then tomorrow I am doing it for real and on my own.

I spend the rest of the day getting comfortable with my job. At around five in the evening it is time for me to go home. I grab my things and go to my boss’s door and knock. I heard a deep voice say, “ Come in.”

I slowly opened the door and poked my head in. I cleared my throat and said, “Hello, Sir. I just thought I would let you know that it is five o’clock and I am headed home. Have a nice day.”

He nods his head then turns back to his computer. I closed the door and hurried to the elevator. I made my way out of the building and once I was in my car, I let out the emotions I had been holding all day. I cry till I have no tears left. I do not even think he knew it was me. And if he did, then he just did not care. I wondered what kept him from ever calling me back years ago. I really do need this job. I cannot let what happened years ago affect me doing this job. I will have to put up with him. I get myself together and drive home.

I park my car and go to my apartment. I unlock the door and as soon as I open the door I am bombarded with a huge hug. I wrap my arms around my son and hug him till he lets go. I say, “Hi baby! How was your day? Did you have fun at school?”

He then goes on and on about what he learned at preschool. I take him to the kitchen where Tiffany is cooking dinner. We go on with our night like usual. I am going to tell her about Zane after Michael goes to bed. We ate dinner and I gave Michael a bath afterwards. I played with him for a little bit, then read him a book before bed. I gave him a goodnight kiss and told him I loved him. I turn the light off and make sure his night light is on. I slowly closed his door and went to the living room.

Tiffany is waiting on the couch with a tub of ice cream. I grab the spoon from her and get a spoonful of ice cream and eat it. I gave the spoon back to her. She looks at me and says, “What’s wrong? I can tell something is bothering you. You have been acting a little weird all night.”

“I saw Zane today. He is my new boss. I didn’t think I would ever see him again and then, out of nowhere, Boom! There he is. He didn’t even recognize me. Or if he did, he just did not care enough to say anything.” I told her while getting another spoonful of ice cream.

“The audacity that he has to not even show that he recognizes you. Are you going to tell him about Michael?” She asks.

I think about it for a moment and say, “I do not think that would be a very good thing to do. I mean, he knew I had something important to tell him years ago and he never cared to find out what that was, no matter how many times I tried to contact him. We have been fine without him so far. I am just going to act like I do not know him. I will be professional and just do my job. I mean, I do need this job.”

“Just be careful around him. You know how he affects you.” She tells me.

“Don’t worry. It has been years. I am not the same girl from high school. I will not fall for any tricks. Alright, I have an early day tomorrow and I am going to hit the sack. Goodnight.” I said after getting one last spoonful of ice cream.

I do my routine to get ready for bed. I brush my teeth and change into a sleeping gown. I washed my face and made my way to my bed. I get in and pull the covers up to my chin. The anxiety I am feeling for tomorrow is a little overwhelming, but I will do just about anything for my precious baby. Even dealing with the man that hurt me so badly and is the father of my child. Hopefully, tomorrow will not be too bad and I have some good luck. Let’s hope I make a good impression.