My boss was Robert, a nice guy who wore a different-colored suit to work every day. His desk had a few pictures of his husband and their kids. He liked his coffee black, made small talk but not too much of it, and sent me an email every morning with the tasks he wanted me to complete.
It was way easier than being a bartender.
There were other investment guys in the office too, loud and obnoxious. If I ran into them in the hallway, they chatted with me far longer than they should. After office meetings, they would invite me to lunch, which I always declined. I suspected they had no idea who owned this company and the fact that I was f*****g him.
I’d never say anything to Bastien, though, because I still wasn’t sure if he would walk in there and kill them all.
I was dead tired with bags
