Zaran

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℯℯ

✾Zaran✾
We both went down the lobby and he followed me to my car. Now he's acting like a dog. All of the workers in the room began to stare at us, their eyes wide as they quietly whispered to each other.

"Why are you following me?" I asked, stopping at my car door.

"We're still not done with our conversation from earlier," he responded.

"Well, I am,"

I tried to get inside of the car, but he yanked me back and shut the door. He was trying to get me to stay and talk more, even though I had already made it clear that I was done.

"You're not going anywhere, it's not you're break yet, so go back to my office and start organizing," he told me.

I scoffed and looked at him in his eyes, "And stay in there with you, suffering?"

He flicked my forehead, "Your acting like I want to stay with you as well,"

"Asshole," I muttered.

I walked away from him into the building. I went inside the elevator and walked inside his office. You know what, I regret applying for this damn job.

How dare he pull me out of my car like that and order me around like a damn dog? I violently opened his closet and grabbed the stack of empty folders and a marker. This asshat could've just told me that it was in his closet.

I walked over to his drawer and opened it. I took out all his files and started looking at his papers.

Okay, how about this, one folder for meetings, one folder for assignments, one folder for completed, and one folder for in progress. Let me start reading and placing them.

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After 3 hours I finally finished and gosh I'm tired. He has so many files and papers in this drawer. Lorenzo comes back into the room and looks at me.

"I finished," I spoke, pointing at my work.

He stares at me and walks to his desk. He flips through the folders and then closes them. He pushes the folders away and turns on his laptop.

"Not even thank you?" I mumbled.

I walked to the couch and sat down, drinking water. My body shivers and I cover my body with my arms. I'm cold in here. I start becoming drowsy and tired.

Lorenzo looked over at me and raised his eyebrows, "Zara?"

"H-huh?" I replied.

"Go take a break, for 40 minutes," he coldly told me.

I nodded my head, "D-do you have a blanket?"

I couldn't believe what I just asked, why would he have a blanket? It was so unprofessional. He heaves a sigh and eventually finds the drive to stand up and move. He heads over to a door nearby and pulls out a large blanket.