May's POV

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He barely looks up as I present my report. Today, I am barely bothered by his pride and arrogance. I turn around and head for the door. Deep down, I am hoping he calls me back. I weep for you. My subconscious scolds, and I can almost see her holding her chin, looking away. I cannot say for sure, whether I am looking for validation especially given my anxiety issues and the kind of boss I work for; but I get seriously bothered when he does not acknowledge my presence, or my work. These thoughts are running wild in my mind by the time I get to my office. And then my nostrils get all excited, and flare up as that scent fills the room. He’s here! I think as I turn around sharply, nearly falling on my face. I can see a glint of amusement at the corner of his eyes. He is enjoying my being squeamish.
“Can I help you with something...sir?” I ask, primarily because he is just standing there, taking up all my space, and air.
“Are you always like this?” he asks, and I haven’t the slightest idea in the world what he is talking about.
“Sorry?”
“Are you always so jumpy?” he asks. In my mind I’m thinking; I have worked here for months and you notice now? But verbally, I respond;
“I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for. Good job with the report by the way.” Lex says and walks out, as swiftly and unapologetically as he came in.

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