June
Clarity?
Huh. I want clarity, don’t I?
Then why the hell am I sitting at my desk this morning instead of walking into his office and demanding the answers I need?
I glance at his door. The blinds are shut. I can’t see s**t.
He said he doesn’t want to be disturbed—and banned me from bringing him coffee.
"Maybe if I remove this from your workload, you’ll handle the others more efficiently," he’d said, not even bothering to look me in the eye.
Yeah. I notice every slightest things when it comes to him, and trust me, now, I hate that I do.
"Jeez, Miss Alex. What happened to your face? You look like a panda," Sarah says, cutting through my thoughts.
You bet, it’s her. The one coworker I’ve never liked.
I force a tight smile. "I was actually working late for the company, so natura
