"Martins, Privately please", he said casually.
"No, last time that happened -"
"I'm not going to repeat myself", that was more of an order than I thought.
Surprisingly, Martins actually left.
What kind of damn authority does this guy have over people.
"Hi, how are you?", he asked.
I shrugged, "I'm okay".
"I'm so sorry about... everything that happened... I shouldn't have let you leave alone that night, I should have let Martins wait for you, everything is just -"
"It's nothing, really, I'm over it", I lied.
"How are you feeling? how's your health? I suggested Therapy but Martins said you didn't want it".
"Yeah, I've always believed therapy is bullshit", I replied
He nodded.
"Okay, so uhm, I got a call from my friend, he said you applied for the managerial position and you got
