MY EX = MY BOSS

Part 9

"May I come in?" I asked with a hint of sarcasm.

"Come," he responded.

I opened the door slowly and found Thomas sitting with his back facing me, engrossed in a phone call. The office was meticulously decorated, everything in its proper place. As I walked towards him, my mind drifted away, and my feet seemed to move on their own, eventually settling down on the chair across from him.

I couldn't help but stare at his back, dressed in a black suit with a Rolex watch adorning his wrist. The scent he was wearing felt strangely familiar, but I couldn't quite place where I had encountered it before.

As he turned back, still engrossed in his phone call, I couldn't help but notice how different he had become. Yet, there was no denying that he was still the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on. Memories of our first meeting flooded my mind. He had been wearing a long-sleeved shirt with oversized glasses, his hair slicked back with oil. Instead of proper shoes, he had opted for slippers with his formal attire. I would always try to convince him to dress more professionally for parties, but he never once agreed.

"But now, as I looked at him, I couldn't help but wonder what had happened in these past three years to transform him into the polished and sophisticated man sitting before me.

Everything was branded, I found myself checking out his attire.

"Did I ask you to sit?" a sudden remark snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Excuse me?" I replied, taken aback.

"Ah, Alex—I mean, Miss Williams," he corrected himself, "I believed that after all these years, you must have learned basic workplace etiquette, but I was wrong. Clearly, you still haven't. That's why you don't know that you have to ask for permission to sit down in front of your boss." He mocked me with a condescending smile.

"I'm really sorry," I apologized, quickly getting up from my seat. "May I take the seat?" I asked, trying to regain composure.

"You may not!" he declared, leaning back in a mocking posture.

"What?" I exclaimed, taken aback.

"As you have shown no respect for your boss, you will give this interview while standing the entire time," he said, folding his hands with a smug expression.

What the hell does he want? After all these years, why is he doing this to me? I couldn't help but think of all the possible reasons for his idiotic behavior.

"Okay, sir, no problem. I can stand," I acquiesced, not wanting things to escalate further. "Alright, let's start with the interview," he said, reaching for a file beside him.

"So, Miss Williams, I see you have completed your education from Modern High University. It is a very prestigious institution. Still, I can see there is a gap in years, and the remarks from the institution are not very favorable. Can you tell me about this?" he asked, a mocking tone lacing his words.

This moron, he knows everything, yet he asks just to mock me.

"Actually, sir, there were some personal issues that required me to take a one-year gap," I replied, forcing a smile and dripping sarcasm, not wanting to show my anger.

"Please elaborate!" he insisted.

"Sir, I was involved in an accident," I began reluctantly. "I was drunk and accidentally hit a person."

"And what about the remarks from your university?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on my eyes.

"Once, I got into a physical altercation with a girl because she was spreading false rumors about me, and I felt she deserved it," I stated confidently, meeting his gaze.

"Oh, I see. Such bad records, it's unfortunate to think you got this job despite them," he exclaimed, throwing my sheet of documents into a dustbin.

"Tell me, Miss Williams, how am I supposed to keep you working in this company despite your bad records?" he questioned, his tone dripping with disdain.

"Sir, I understand that I have made mistakes in the past, but those are behind me now. Everyone has a past that they would rather forget, and it's better to move on and focus on the present," I tried to indirectly convey to him that we should let bygones be bygones and not let his anger affect me in this way.

"But the past can define you, well," he said, his gaze still fixed on my eyes. I couldn't quite decipher the emotion behind his eyes, but I could sense that there was no relief in them.

"Anyway, as I reviewed your past projects, it seems that you are lacking in many areas. I don't want that to happen in my company, so I'm giving you two options," he stated, while absentmindedly spinning a globe on his desk.

"First, you can be transferred to the marketing department under the supervision of Mrs. Konias as a junior assistant. Your salary will be the same as any assistant in that department."

"What?" I exclaimed in disbelief. Mrs. Konias, the infamous taskmaster known for her critical behavior towards employees, and even scaring some clients with her assertive and angry demeanor. She's a nightmare for any assistant.

"No, how is that even possible?" I expressed my anger.

"This is what I'm talking about. Your lack of proper decorum and self-control. Don't forget, you are standing before your boss. If I wanted to, I could fire you this minute, this second," he declared, banging the desk loudly.

"If you want to keep this job, this is the only option, or you can leave the company," he said, laughing.

I knew he was enjoying my frustration. Seeing him smile triggered me, and I had the urge to throw a glass of water on his face and smile back. But I couldn't. The rage inside me pushed me to leave the room. It seemed like the best way out at that moment.

I grabbed my bag and picked up my file.

"Sure, you can leave this company if you want to. But remember, I won't let you work anywhere else," I turned back to him, confusion evident on my face.

"So, it's better to think and decide," he said, looking at me with a creepy expression, as if he was holding something back.

"It's a warning," he claimed, and I left the room hastily.

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