chapter 2

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(Layna's POV)

I walked behind him and sat at my desk directly in front of him. I waited for him to calm himself because this boy looked extremely nervous. 

"Now are you ready to talk or do you want to sit there for a few more minutes?" I asked him, causing Mason to mumble something under his breath and look at his feet. "Excuse me? What did you say?" I asked, tone getting a little stern,  and he looked at me and spoke up.

"I said, I didn't even want to come in here, and then have you act like a bitch!" he yelled.

I stood up and walked over to him. I put one hand on each arm of his chair and got to eye level with him. "Do you want to yell and swear at me again?" I asked him, waiting for him to give me any form of answer. 

"I come here after work, I only work for a few hours. I also need you to know that i am a little, and can't handle any more than two or three hours of work." He rushed out, looking a little nervous. We had started talking about how little boys like him shouldn't have to work, and he was getting more and more angry- and so was I. 

I was getting angry with his attitude and with the way he was acting, he wasn't acting like he had any respect for anyone but himself. I was thinking to myself when he started talking to me directly. "Can I leave now?" He asked me with an attitude, of course, and since he answered me with an attitude I decided to match his energy. 

"No, no you may not leave. You will come stay with me and I will teach you manners." I said matter-of-factly. I'm not gonna lie here, he freaked out when I told him that.

"Mason" I started, but he started screaming and breaking things. I was not having it. "Mason, stop!" I popped him on the bottom. 

He immediately stopped what he was doing and sat in his chair pouting. I could see him about to cry so I kneeled down in front of him, and gently held his hand. He looked at me and had these big tears in his eyes. "It's okay mason, do you want me to hold you?" I asked him softly, not getting a response. Instead he threw himself at me, knocking us both over.

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