Rafael

Chapter 13 - The LBD Never Misses, People!

The rest of the week went by about as quickly as a pregnant snail.

It didn't help matters that my boss seemed to have a permanent stick up his ass all week.

You don't believe me?

Here's an example.

On Wednesday, I think, I was in my office organizing his appointments when he suddenly barged into MY office, demanding to know why I had been one minute late.

One minute!

I was probably out of line for what I said next, which was:

"Don't worry, I'll make it up with a little overtime. I solemnly swear that I was up to no good and I will not leave this building until 5:01!"

That was a tad rude and dumb of me to say, but you gotta cut me some slack.

I was on my period that day, ok?

I just don't believe that someone could be that mad over the fact that I was one minute late.

He obviously had serious issues that needed to be attended to by a psychiatrist with five degrees or more.

It wasn't even my fault that I was late!

All the elevators were occupied when I came so I had to wait for one to get back to the lobby, so there.

Invest in faster elevators, Mr. Montero.

What he said in response to my snarky Harry Potter comment was even more bizarre.

"Just-...shut up!" He stammered before slamming the barrier/door separating our offices which to me, was the root of all our problems.

Did I just render the CEO speechless?

The long hours that he was putting in must have been frying his brain.

This was just one of the many memories that were running rampant through my head on a Friday night.

I thought about Rafael Montero an awful lot in my free time and it was beginning to alarm me because I knew he hated me, what with my sarcastic clap backs and whatnot.

There was a fat chance that he was patiently waiting for me to fuck something up so badly that it would be a solecism not to fire me.

Ms. Ennis had told me that he wasn't usually this bad but ever since I started working there he'd been even more on edge.

Well, she didn't mean to make it sound like I was the problem but that was how I perceived it.

My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts of Rafael Montero and I laughed when I saw who it was.

Speak of the devil and his best friend will call you.

"Hey Garrett, how's Ghana?" I grinned.

We had been talking on the phone frequently and were now friends, I think.

"I don't know, I came back to New York today," he chuckled.

"For real?"

"Yeah, I'm back now and I wanted you to know that my offer still stands."

Ah yes.

Our date that we had planned to go on before he had to leave in a rush to sort out something

"Really?"

I was sure that he would have gotten swept off his feet by some beautiful Ghanaian goddess and forgotten all about me.

We didn't know each other that long, after all.

"Of course, are you free on Sunday by any chance?" He asked.