June
"Please be cruel, Please just be cold and awful again, so I can get over this ridiculous–"
That stupid wish… I shouldn't have made it earlier. Because now I’m standing outside the conference room, on the brink of tears, and—
He humiliated me. In front of everyone.
And as if that wasn’t enough, he added salt to my bruise self esteem, by sending me out to get him coffee. Coffee.
COFFEE!
In all my 22 years of living, I’ve never felt more like a joke, and worse, I still want him to look at me.
Pathetic.
I don’t even realize the cup is overflowing until I feel hot coffee drip onto my fingers.
"s**t—"
I fumble with the switch, trying to shut it off, but my brain is still half-dragged back to that conference room. My pride is bruised, my ego is in pieces, and now I’m wearing coff
