“You have a lot going on. It stands to reason that you would be late once in a while. That being said, getting a second alarm wouldn’t hurt.”
I know I’m gaping at him, but I just can’t help it. This reaction is such a departure from what I was expecting.
I smile self-consciously. “Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”
He gestures towards the door. “Work awaits.”
It’s a more abrupt dismissal than I expected, especially considering the last few minutes of gutchurning tension, but I get up and leave all the same. He has a point: we’ve got a full day ahead and I need to catch up quickly.
I spend the rest of the morning sitting behind my desk doing exactly that. Ruslan doesn’t call me into his office once. Not to work or play. When he needs me to do something, he either sends me a text or us
