“Wow,” naiusal ni Nixon matapos kong ilapag ang kanyang libro sa kanyang office table. I didn’t even bother knocking on his door. “I finished the book last night. Happy?” sarkastiko kong sabi sa kanya at tumalikod na upang maglakad palabas.
“Saan ka pupunta?” tanong niya.
“Maglilinis. Saan pa?” sagot ko.
“Sit down,” utos na naman niya.
Napabuntung hininga ako at tumingin sa kanya. “Sir, marami pa akong gagawin. Hindi ho ako katulad niyo na paupo-upo lang diyan at walang ginagawa…” Seriously, this man may built like he’s in his middle 30’s but definitely his brain is a teenager. Bakit kaya?
“I know. That’s why as your boss, I want you to sit down. Iyun ang gagawin mo.”
“Okay, Nixon. I am not your thing – “
“That’s it. Call me by my name.”
Ugh. I rolled my eyes. “I mean, Sir, seryos
