'Noted. Boss.' (GirlxGirl) (BossxIntern)

Chapter 11 - DDD

*Song: Six Feet Under by Billie Eilish*

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Danielle's POV:

I believe I made the right decision by telling Sage off after our almost-out-of-hand kiss.

Then, why do I still feel so bothered?

I try my best focusing on work like my usual working-machine-self, but my mind keeps wandering back to that night, to her touch and her kiss, whenever she's around.

And she's most definitely always around at work.

I sigh internally. I've thought of sending her off to another department for our own good (but mostly my sanity), however, I figured it'd be kind of unethical, which is a line I'm not willing to cross.

So, I have to bear the consequences of my drunk self's doing.

However, since that morning talk (well, more like me commanding her), when she came back into the office after running out, she has been doing better at work, being a lot less annoying and creepy even.

Is that all it takes to make her focus on her job?

If I had known, I would've done it sooner. But, I wish it didn't come with such a high price.

Now, I feel like I am the creepy one that occasionally daydreams about my intern.

You would think that I feel relieved when she is off work every day, but I DON'T.

Almost every day, when it's close to 5 pm, I see the digital manager, Meghan Hill, waiting outside of our office for her.

I have to endure the sight of Sage putting on a stupid smile, being all agitated to rush out of the room, away from me.

Although I do not socialise in the company, I've my way to gather the information I want. And sometimes, some unwanted information would come up as well, like the rumours about that Meghan Hill and my horny lesbian intern.

It seems like they have been sleeping together before, and Sage really liked her.

Not that it's any of my goddamn business, nor I care anyway.

*Ding*

The sound of my notification echoes in the empty office, I glance at it.

Calendar:
'DDD' in 2 days

Those three Ds make my heart sink. It's the ninth anniversary of Dad's Death Day.

I know it's probably silly to put it like that in the calendar, but I just don't want to be reminded until it is right around the corner.

It was the most painful day of my life when I heard the news over the phone.

'Honey...I'm so sorry. Your dad said he loved you so so much.'

I still remember that moment, my mum's broken voice coming through the other side of sea, like it was yesterday.

I should probably call her. I let out a sigh. With a drink.

I collect my things and leave the company.

My mum and I aren't exactly close, mostly due to her busy surgeon schedule.

On the other hand, my dad was a painter, therefore, he had a lot of time at home and for me.

Before I left for university in Paris, he and I were inseparable. We went everywhere together, painting together, playing tricks on my mum together, making a mess out of the house and cleaning up together before my mum got home.