Eight
292 Words
“Don’t,” she says. And it was unbelievable. Clay wanted to scream.
Did a little spill on his polo that he could buy as many as he can, justified that kind of punishment? No, it doesn’t- It’s not something she could just ignore.
But the look on her supervisor’s face was not something she could ignore either. Her eyes were pleading her not to say anything more- she was practically begging. And so, Clay decided to back down, even when her eyes were still simmering with anger.
She watched him remove his eyes from hers indifferently, like he could not care less. The CEO turned around and walked to his office, closed the door shut as if nothing had happened.
It made her even more furious, and she decided then, that her new boss is an asshole, and she doesn’t want anything to do with him anymore.
She redirects her attention to Janet, still kneeling on the floor, but no longer licking the coffee out. She asks, “are you alright?” Eyebrows furrowed in concern as she reaches out, trying to get her up to her feet.
“Why did you do that?” she heard Janet talk in a small voice.
Clay heard her clearly, but she couldn’t help being shocked by the question, “wha-“
“You almost cost me my job!” the supervisor shouted, to which Clay grew defensive almost immediately, “I was trying to help! What he did to you was wrong!”
“And it doesn’t matter if it’s wrong or not. He’s our boss,” she says through gritted teeth, “And what you did almost cost me the job I need for my family.”
“So thank you.”
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