"Violet," I said softly.
For the first time since I hired her, I was being nice. I mean, like, what have I done with my life? Was I real the divorced b***h everyone thought I was? I wanted to be bigger than that. I wanted to be me.
"Yes, ma'am," she answered nervously.
"I'm sorry," I said through my pride, my walls, my protective exterior.
I wanted the start of my abilities to trust once again. And she was the start.
"Excuse me, ma'am?" she said taken back.
"I'm sorry Violet for that way I treated you all these years. I couldn't ask for a better assistant. You get your work done on time and correctly. And through it all, you've put up with me," I continued.
"You know ma'am, I only stuck around because I wanted to be here when you finally opened up again. And maybe one day, I c
