CHRISTOF
Tanisha had changed the rhythm of my day, and I didn’t appreciate it nearly as much as I pretended not to be affected. The squirming was gone, even the careful pauses. The way she used to hover at the edge of my presence like she might be swatted if she breathed too loudly. Now she was bold, free to express herself, she no longer suppressed her dissatisfaction under loosed fists and subtle eye rolls.
I blamed HR, for being unable to find me a damn assistant who knew for certain what they were doing, who didn’t second guess or ask stupid questions. I blamed Roman, I blamed myself for telling Tanisha how good she was at her job, I blamed myself for being so freaking hard to please.
Tanisha’s recent character development was initially amusing, interesting even. Now it was… disrupt
