"Chloe, can you come to my office for a second?"
"Sure," I stand up and walk towards his office.
I slump down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. I look around, there are no frames in his office. The walls are boring, everything is black or white and it always smells too clean. The plant next to the door is the only interesting thing in this office.
"So why am I here?"
"I just want to talk to you," I look down, trying to hide my shock.
"I'm sorry for the way I've been treating you. It wasn't right and completely unfair to you, I'm supposed to be your boss not some prick. I was out of line multiple times and for that I'm sorry. I get that you probably won't forgive me, I wouldn't either. I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I want it. No, I need it, not that I want to pressure
