Chapter 3.
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I ought to have been more self-aware.
I ought not to have dated for just one night.
It was wrong of me to offer him $200.
I also ought not to have offended him.
Why am I in this circumstance that is so annoying?
Arabella gave me a shoulder tap. Keep your worries in check.Maybe he was completely blind to you." The manager's voice boomed in, "Seraphina, please go to Mr. Hudson's office now!"
I see.
I'm gone.
I timidly rapped on his office door.
"Enter now." He declared in a deep baritone.
I reluctantly entered. I was quite anxious.
It still amazes me that my boss is the same man I saw this morning wearing a bathrobe.
The unexpected is a true part of life.
Unfortunately, I didn't enjoy this surprise.I didn't like that at all, so I just stood there silently as he went through some documents without saying anything.
letting go of a breath I was unaware I was holding.
"Mr. Hudson, you sent for me?" came first.
He raised his head and I grinned broadly at him.
Maybe he would see me for who I really am—as a wonderful person.
He gazed at every part of me, from head to toe.
His cold, black eyes glowed.
I did my best not to quiver like a leaf despite how uncomfortable I felt.
He casually stated, leaning back in his swivel chair, "I assumed my employees would take responsibility.It surprised me to see you here.
My heart pounded.
Although I did make a mistake last night, it doesn't give him the right to assume that I'm careless.
The one thing I detest the most is being looked down upon.
Prior to thinking, I responded. "Well, sir, talking about our personal lives at work isn't professional, but while we're at it, you really shouldn't be passing judgement on us.
Derek's expression became more serious.
Gosh, it seems we've enraged him even more than before.
I'm going to get fired, for sure!
When the conference did eventually end, I was overjoyed.
I slipped out of the conference room, thinking that he was still completely unaware of me.
Telling Arabella what had happened was the first thing I did when I got back to my desk.
"I take it you're kidding?"
"Do I appear to be?" Agitatedly, I inquired.
Her shocked eyes became wider. "So, girl, you ought to be content.With such a smoky hot man, Yqu shared a bed."
"Never give that to me.I still have to take care of my mother and sister, so I'm terrified that he'll try to fire me in retaliation.I cannot afford to be unemployed at this time."
Lord, please.
It wasn't wise of me to go to the pub and get drunk. I long to go back in time.
Myself, I ought to have been more circumspect.
I shouldn't have paid him $200 and shouldn't have had a one-night stand.
I should not have offended him, either.Why is my situation so first-rate?
Arabella gave me a shoulder tap. "Leave it alone, Nicholas.Perhaps he didn't even bother to talk to you.Abruptly, the manager's voice could be heard. "Mr. Hudson wants you in his office right now, Seraphina!"
I see.
I'm gone!
The ***
I timidly rapped on his office door.
"Enter now." He declared in a deep baritone.
I reluctantly entered.
I was quite anxious.
It still amazes me that the man wearing a bathrobe this morning is actually my employer.
The unexpected is a true part of life.
"Too awful.This was not a surprise that I liked.It is really not to my taste.
He didn't acknowledge me as I stood there calmly as he went through some more documents.
I started, letting go of a breath I was unaware I was holding. "Mr. Hudson, you sent for me?" I asked.
He raised his head, and I grinned broadly at him.
Perhaps he would perceive me differently—as the kind person that I am—and
He gazed at every part of me, from head to toe.
His dark eyes made me feel extremely uneasy, and I did my best not to shake like a leaf. stated, carelessly, leaning back in his swivel chair, "I assumed that those who work for me would take responsibility.I was surprised to see you here."
My heart pounded.
Indeed, I erred last night, but that doesn't give him the right to assume I'm careless.
The one thing I detest the most is being looked down upon.
Prior to thinking, I responded. Yes, sir, discussing our personal lives at work is not professional, but while we're at it, you really shouldn't be passing judgement on us.
Derek's expression became more serious.
Ick it.
He seemed even more enraged than before, therefore I'm most likely getting fired!
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