Breach

Chapter Three

Maybe Marko is right? Maybe this job isn't what I was supposed to do with the rest of my life. Sure my position is being yearned by thousands of other applicants who would die for the spot while I'm here and still not happy about it. Damn...

"Margo..."

I can't. I have to tell Elrich I'm not his coffee slave anymore.

"Margo..."

But, I just can't quit my job. I've been working hard even if I wasn't happy.

"Margo..."

But what was I here for? Happiness or a stable and reasonable life?

"Margo! I suggest you bring that coffee to me or make another one because I can seriously see that it's becoming cold in those hands of yours." Margo flinched as her boss slammed a couple of folders on his desk. Quickly, she handed him his coffee. She watched him as he sipped slowly.

"Don't tell me you are fantasizing about me while I'm innocently sipping coffee here." He said with a smirk.

Jerk, Margo thought. I guess I really should quit my job.

"I can assure you Sir that my hormones are well intact and very disciplined so you need not to worry," she replied flatly.

Elrich placed down his cup and chuckled. "and I can assure you Miss Schult that I can very well make you wish for me if I willed it to."

Except maybe for his arrogance and pervert-ish remarks, he is not a bad looking guy. His thin gold rimmed glasses fit handsomely on his charming face. His hazy grey eyes magnified by the lenses. His hair is a mix of brown and black which Margo didn't think too much for it might cause an argument.

Margo sighed. Since she is here, she should just tell him.

"Something's up Miss Schult? Did I offend you in anyway?" he sounded more ammused than concerned which most probably be the former while a grin is still plastered on his face.

"Yes," she admitted, "something is quite wrong," she took a deep breath before continuing, "I think I want to quit my job."

[to be continued]