Peach Salinger
I exhale sharply, breaking myself free from his daunting gaze. I take an abrupt half step back, and point to a door to my left. “I’ll take that room. Good night, boss.”
I start walking away.
“Good night, Miss Salinger.” he says automatically to my retreating back.
As I walk slowly to the room filled with antiques from some ancient period in Japan, I’m left with the question—why is it so hard for you to pull yourself together whenever he’s around you, Peach?
I’ve already let my anger towards him go—not that I have a choice. He’s my boss. But I turned down the contract, and he didn’t fire me for it so definitely, he’s moved on from it. So have I.
Now simply to continue the boss-employee relationship. It’s not going to be easy with all the tension and the fact that Rhy
