ALICE
Once I stepped into his office, the mood changed right away and it was the one thing I noticed more clearly than anything else.
My asshole of a boss was looking at me for a long time with his fist close to his mouth, even when I stepped before his desk, hands clasped in front of me, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl who was about to be scolded by the principal.
Mr. Linden-Hawthorne really looked at me for a long time. Long enough to make me uncomfortable. The worst part was that I couldn't read this silence of his.
I had no clue what was hiding behind that stony gaze. Was he angry? Curious? Had I done something wrong? Was this about something else completely?
At last, he asked, "Do you have a problem with the trip?"
I blinked. "No."
"No?" He waited for me to say something
