The Email [Yandere Boss x Reader]

Chapter 3 - Friends

Leaving Mr. Hayes' office, I walked back to my cubicle with a resolute stride. As I settled into my chair, the whispers and curious glances from my coworkers filled the air.

Just nosey people with nothing to do

Their shocked expressions conveyed a mix of surprise and disbelief, as if they couldn't fathom that someone had dared to speak back to the boss.

Jake leaned over, expression shifted to a mixture of astonishment and admiration. "Did you just... did you just talk back to him?"

How on earth did he hear that?

I shrugged, a smirk playing on my lips. "My contract's only hanging by a thread, anyway. If things go south, I'd rather serve soup in the kitchen than put up with this."

During lunch, I found solace in the company of my coworkers, Jake and Sarah. As we settled into a secluded corner of the cafeteria, the unspoken tension from the morning lingered between us. It didn't take long for the conversation to steer towards the boss.

"Y/N, how on earth is someone that cruel"

"Oh my god it's been so draining since he left" I groan out

"It's like he wants to destroy this place if his goal is to treat us like absolute crap until we quiet I'm telling you it's working" Jake says

"You know I've started this thing where I made an email and wrote all my frustrations out, really therapeutic" I said, Sarah's head snapped towards me.

"What did you say?"

"Said i was glad his father retired just so he wouldn't see what he raised turn into this"

"Oh my goodness, that's just terrible," Sarah laughed, her amusement contagious. "Honestly, it sounds like something he'd come up with."

I rolled my eyes, chuckling. "Oh, please, don't even put me in the same league as him. I'm just the writer."

Sarah continued to grin, playfully prodding. "Yeah, but admit it, now I'm curious about what else you've penned. Anyway, some of us are heading out for drinks later. You in?"

"Absolutely, a break sounds heavenly right now."

The next morning arrived with a relentless reminder of the night before—a hangover that echoed every regretful sip. Despite the pounding headache and the urge to stay cocooned in the blankets, I forced myself out of bed. The rain outside mirrored the dreariness of my mood as I trudged to the office, each step a testament to the night's revelry.

The dampness of the rain seeped through my clothes, mirroring the internal struggle to maintain composure. As I entered the office, it seemed as if the universe conspired against me. The collective sighs and groans of my coworkers echoed my sentiments as we all shared the same dreary fate.

However, any hopes of a quiet day were shattered when an email arrived, summoning everyone to an impromptu meeting. As we gathered in the conference room, damp from the rain and nursing various degrees of hangovers, Mr. Hayes' stern expression indicated that this meeting was far from a casual affair.

"Exertion must be redoubled," proclaimed one shareholder, who appeared to have been a witness to the birth of the world itself. The nodding heads of his compatriots accentuated the weight of his words, forming a chorus of agreement that hung heavy in the air.

Another painful day, another painful dollar

After that we all went back to our cubicles

"If I'm subjected to one more meeting with those walking tombstones, I might just reach the point of a full-blown mental breakdown," I lamented, my frustration evident as I vented about my ongoing professional struggles. It seemed like a vow that I made to myself each time, swearing that I would liberate myself from this job someday.

"You say that every time," she retorted with a knowing smile, her response a sobering reminder of the cyclical nature of my complaints. I let out a resigned sigh, the weight of her words settling upon me; she was often right, after all.

"I know, but this time it's different. They let go of Thompson, and he was the most dedicated worker among us," I elaborated, a tinge of sadness coloring my tone at the thought of the recent loss.

"That's just heartless," Sarah exclaimed, mirroring the sentiment that resonated within me.

"I couldn't agree more," I continued to voice my thoughts, a sense of weariness in my words. "He stood there, listing all the contributions he'd made to the company, and it was honestly heartbreaking."

"At least now he can enjoy some quality time with his grandkids, something he's always talked about," Sarah interjected, attempting to offer a silver lining amid the shadows.

After working a bit, The stress of the day weighed on me, and the temptation to vent my frustrations grew. Without thinking, I opened the draft I saved and began typing out all the grievances that had accumulated, crafting a scathing email that echoed the frustrations shared during lunch.

I don't know whether it was the tiredness or simply the anger of it all that caused me to send it.

But i did