SEBASTIAN
Something was wrong.
I could see it in her actions, the sharp way she moved, the way her eyes flickered with something close to anger when they landed on me. I could feel the irritation rolling off her in waves, almost suffocating.
She was agitated, and I had a feeling it had something to do with me. But why? I couldn’t recall doing anything that would set her off.
“Marie, could you get these printed? I need them immediately,” I said, eyes still on my laptop screen as I shuffled through files.
“Okay,” she replied, her voice clipped before she turned and walked out of the room.
Minutes later, she returned and practically dumped the printed documents onto my desk. My jaw clenched.
“Anything else you need, sir?” Her tone was laced with sarcasm, and it didn’t go unnoticed.
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