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

Chapter 22 - Professional Issues

*Song: 10AM Gare du Nord By Keaton Henson*

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'Okay, Sage, what's going on with you?'

At lunch, Meghan asks out of the blue.

'What are you saying?' I avert my eyes, chewing on my panini.

'Come on,' she puts down her fork and leans forwards, sounding concerned, 'You've been off for two weeks. It's hard not to notice since you kept drifting away during our Mandarin sessions.'

'I have?' I look up at her embarrassedly, 'Sorry about that.'

It's been almost two weeks since I stormed out of my studio and decided not to talk to Danielle.

It's a lot harder than I thought.

She's been shooting glances at me so frequently that I couldn't really focus, however, I didn't want to talk to her first and give her the chance to shake me down by saying something like 'you're imagining it'.

It's almost always a lost battle with her when it comes to talking. She always has ways to shut me up (verbally or physically) and enjoys the process.

I'm not giving her the satisfaction this time.

'Has it...anything to do with Ms Osis?'

'What? No.' I am taken aback by the seriousness of Meghan's question, quickly denying it.

'Really?' She squints her eyes in suspicion, 'You've been literally speeding out of the office when it was five in the evening lately. You were never that punctual before.'

Because I've been literally avoiding any off-work interaction with Danielle.

I sigh. I'd love to tell Meghan all about it so that I don't have to carry this alone, but I still intend to keep my promise to Danielle, that I won't tell anyone at work about our 'relationship' which is ironically, not a thing.

'Well...I just don't feel like staying in the office lately.' I fiddle with my fingers, 'You see...my mum's sick, and her surgery is coming up very soon. I just am not in the mood to work.'

Well, it's half-true.

'Oh, I-I'm so sorry.' Meghan frowns and holds my hand, 'I hope it'd be alright.'

I give her a weak smile, 'I hope so, too.'

Meghan doesn't ask any more questions, quickly changing to lighter subjects in an attempt to lift my spirits, which I truly appreciate.

I'd really like to take my mind off both Danielle and the surgery right now.

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Danielle's POV:

I screwed up with Sage, fucking again.

For two weeks, she's running away from me like crazy. Although during work, she's still acting all professional and normal, she's not maintaining any eye contact with me for longer than two seconds.

Bloody hell, I told her that I wanted her to be mine, shouldn't it be enough for now?

I know what she wants from me, and I never say I'm not willing to give her...I just don't want to say it out loud.

If that dickhead didn't send anything to me, I wouldn't even remember his existence, let alone seeing him again for fuck's sake. I've blocked him for good.

At her place, I waited, and I called for freaking ten times. I didn't even touch the food we made.

I only went home because I figured she wouldn't come back if I was still there, and I didn't want her to wander around the streets and end up at some hoe's condo.