"It's in the contract‚" he said simply. "Clause fourteen. I can require your presence outside of office hours at my discretion. You agreed to it."
"That clause is for work-related events."
"It's for whatever I decide it's for."
I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw my bag at his head and walk out and never come back. But instead I just stood there gripping the strap of my bag so hard my knuckles turned white and staring at him with all the fury I had left in my exhausted‚ wrecked body.
"Shouldn't you be somewhere else tonight anyway?" I said and I could hear the venom in my own voice but I didn't try to stop it. "Your girlfriend is waiting for you at her place by 8pm‚ remember? Why don't you go enjoy whatever she's planning to give you instead of dragging me along like some kind of acc
