Mark took my things and took them to the elevator; he didn't look around to see if I was following him; he just assumed it.
Of course, he may be my boss and I must obey, but I was not the submissive little dog that followed the master wherever he went. If he wanted me to follow him, he should have asked me to.
“ Don't you plan to come?” He asked, still walking.
“You didn't ask for it properly.”
“You should consider that this is for you. Not for me.”
“I still haven't heard a "please."
“You won't hear it; come if you want to come or if not, you can go home. It's that simple.”
“Ok, I better go.” I walked towards him and took his arm as the elevator doors opened. But instead of letting go of my things, Mark took my hand and pulled me to his chest, entering the elevator with me.
“Mark!
