THE ENEMY IN MY INBOX

Episode2:TheMorningAfter

The next morning, I walked into the office feeling like I’d been hit by a truck. My head was pounding, and the last thing I wanted to see was Julian Thorne. Of course, the universe had other plans.

I was standing at the breakroom coffee machine, staring blankly at the dark liquid dripping into my mug, when he walked in. He looked perfect. His shirt was crisp, his hair was perfectly styled, and he looked like he’d slept for ten hours while I’d spent the night tossing and turning over our argument.

Rough night? he asked.

I didn't turn around. I just kept watching the coffee. Not all of us are robots, Julian. Some of us actually have feelings that get affected by a toxic workplace.

He let out a short, dry laugh as he walked over to grab his own mug. Toxic? Elena, it’s called high performance. We aren't here to hold hands and sing songs. We’re here to make money.

There's a difference between high performance and being a jerk, I said, finally turning to look at him. I caught myself looking at his tie, then quickly forced my eyes back up to his face. You don't have to treat everyone like they’re beneath you.

He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. He looked at me for a long time, like he was trying to figure out a puzzle. I don't treat everyone like they’re beneath me. Just the people who think they’re on my level but clearly aren't ready to do what it takes.

That stung. It was exactly the kind of thing he said to make me feel small. I'm ready to do whatever it takes. I'm just not willing to sell my soul to do it.

He took a sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving mine. We'll see about that. The CEO is stopping by at noon to check on our progress. If you're still stuck on those projections, don't look at me to save you.

I don't need saving,l snapped, grabbing my mug and walking past him. My shoulder brushed against his arm,a brief, accidental contact that sent a weird jolt through my skin,and I didn't stop until I was back at my desk.

My hands were still shaking slightly as I sat down. Why did he have that effect on me? It wasn't just the annoyance; it was the way he looked at me, like he was seeing right through my professional mask.

I opened my laptop and started working, but every time I heard footsteps in the hall, my stomach did a little flip. I hated how much space he took up in my head. He was my rival, my obstacle, and the most frustrating person I had ever met.

And the worst part? I knew he was watching me. Even without looking up, I could feel his gaze from across the room.

I was in for a long day.