The Email [Yandere Boss x Reader]

Chapter 2 - Talking

The next day brought with it a heavy atmosphere, the tension from the previous meeting still lingering in the air. As I settled into my desk, the weight of the impending challenges ahead felt almost suffocating. Little did I know that the storm was about to intensify.

Amidst the repetitive clatter of keys, the CEO's voice suddenly pierced the air, cutting through the workspace like a chilling wind.

"Mr. Thompson, my office," his words reverberated with the usual coldness and darkness that characterized his tone—an absence of emotion that left no room for interpretation.

Mr. Thompson, a seasoned veteran who had dedicated years to the company, wore a look of bewilderment as he entered the lion's den. Hushed whispers spread like wildfire, and everyone stole furtive glances toward the closed door of Mr. Hayes' office.

Minutes later, the door swung open, and Mr. Thompson emerged, his face etched with a mixture of shock and devastation. It didn't take long for the bitter truth to circulate – he had been ruthlessly fired.

The news sent shockwaves through the office, casting a pall of fear over the workforce. If someone as experienced and loyal as Mr. Thompson could be discarded so callously, what hope did the rest of us have?

The fear was palpable as Mr. Hayes, now adorned with a self-satisfied smirk, walked past our desks.

A few days passed, and the office remained tense, the specter of Mr. Thompson's abrupt departure casting a shadow over our daily routine. One morning, I received a summons to Mr. Hayes' office. Anxiety knotted in my stomach as I approached, unsure of what awaited me behind the imposing door.

Upon entering, Mr. Hayes gestured for me to take a seat. His eyes, sharp and calculating, bore into mine. "Y/N, I need you to take on Mr. Thompson's responsibilities. You'll be handling his workload from now on."

My heart sank, realizing the weight of the request. "But, sir, I'm already stretched thin with my current tasks. Taking on more might compromise the quality of my work," I hesitated, carefully choosing my words.

Mr. Hayes leaned back in his chair, his expression unyielding. "This is not a request, Y/N. It's an order. We need everyone to pitch in, especially now."

"Why?" I snapped, the bitterness in my tone palpable.

"Because Mr. Thompson is no longer available—"

"No, I mean why fire him only to dump his workload onto someone else?" I cut him off, my voice brimming with frustration. My hands clenched involuntarily.

His initial composure wavered, caught off guard by my interruption. I scoffed; clearly, he hadn't thought this through thoroughly.

His eyes narrowed, and the room seemed to shrink around us. "Y/N, you're here to follow orders, not question them. Do you understand?"

I met his gaze with a mixture of determination and fear. "I understand, sir, but I can't help but think that there must be a better way to address the issues without pushing everyone to their limits."

Silence hung in the air, thick with tension. Mr. Hayes leaned forward, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. "You're treading on thin ice, Y/N. Don't let your insubordination jeopardize your position here."

Does he really think I care about this job?

"Well, sir, it's not that simple. The issue lies more in the hasty decision-making, particularly on your part, which has led to incompetence." I stated with a measured tone, trying to address the core problem.

Mr. Hayes' face darkened, and a flicker of anger flashed in his eyes. The controlled composure he usually maintained seemed to waver for a moment. "Are you implying that my decisions are incompetent, Y/N?" he retorted sharply.

No shit sherlock,

How long did it take him to realize that one

I took a deep breath, maintaining my composure. "No, sir. I'm expressing concern about the repercussions of rushed decisions. It's affecting not just me but the entire team."

His jaw clenched, and he leaned forward, his voice edged with irritation. "I don't appreciate insubordination, Y/N. Watch your tone."

No.

"I'm not attempting to display insubordination, sir. My sole intention is to contribute to the success of the team and the company. Offering constructive feedback is crucial for continuous improvement."

I detested him, with every fiber of my being, and he knew it.

Mr. Hayes shot me a condescending look, a cruel smirk forming on his lips. "Fine, if you're so concerned about your workload, I'll just distribute parts of Mr. Thompson's responsibilities to everyone else. Maybe that'll make you appreciate your own tasks more."

I met his cruel smirk with a steely gaze, my voice devoid of emotion. "Fine."

These people may hate me for the extra thirty minutes but I do not care.