ALEX'S POINT OF VIEW
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“Yes?” I ask while trying, and failing royally not to look at him.
“How much did you work?” He asks, and I look a little puzzled because he should have seen how much I worked until now, he was looking at his laptop when I entered his office.
“I don’t know, why?” I ask, avoiding asking the previous question.
“Because there's nothing for me to do, everything is done, every contract is signed... I can start working next week.” The last part had my breath stop, and even though my brain is telling me that I should be happy that I get to take a break from seeing him, the rest of my being is panicking.
“Well, I told you that I like to have everything ready beforehand... and yeah... you know...” I look down as I say the la
