The Email [Yandere Boss x Reader]

Chapter 6 - Strange behavior

I decided to grab a cup of coffee, so I stood up and stretched.

"I'm going to get some coffee," I announced, and he responded with a hum. Walking down to the first floor, I encountered Jake.

"Back to normal, I see," he teased.

"Oh, quiet down. I don't even see what the big deal is about the skirt," I retorted.

But just as he was about to reply, his expression shifted from playful to serious.

"Mr. Halt, I sure hope your reports are done if you're joking around," a voice came from behind me. I turned around to find Hayes, his gaze piercing Jake with what seemed like jealousy.

"As for you, Ms. L/N, you should stick to your word. The break room is on the third floor, not the first," Hayes remarked sternly.

The atmosphere grew tense after that awkward encounter. When the workday ended, Jake couldn't help but blurt out, "That man is in love with you."

"What?" I exclaimed in confusion as he drove us away from the office. "I'm just saying, that was a look of absolute hate," he clarified, leaving me bewildered by his observation.

Sarah quickly leaned forward, poking her head between the front seats. "What did I miss?" she inquired eagerly.

"Sarah, I ran into Y/N during a coffee break. We were chatting for barely a minute when her new boyfriend suddenly appeared behind her, looking all jealous," I explained animatedly.

"Y/N, is this true?" Sarah turned to me, her eyes wide with curiosity. I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly, prompting her eyes to nearly pop out of her head. "Oh my god, it is!" she exclaimed, clearly shocked by the revelation.

We decided to unwind at a nearby bar for a bit. As we relaxed, Sarah suddenly leaned in towards me and snapped a picture.

"Don't worry, I won't tag you in it," she reassured me, her fingers dancing across her phone screen.

"Wait, are you going to upload that?" I asked, a hint of concern in my voice.

"Don't worry, it's just for my personal account. You really should have one instead of that blank, private one. It's starting to seem a bit creepy," she advised, taking occasional sips of her drink.

After a few more rounds, I took out my phone and decided to take her advice. I mean, I'd been living under the radar for so long, it couldn't hurt to come out a bit.

I privatized my account and watched as all my old photos became public. I began snapping selfies and used one as my profile picture, adding a few more just for good measure. Sure, it was basic, but it had a certain charm to it.

After that unsettling encounter, I decided to walk home, the brisk night air chilling my skin as I moved through the dimly lit streets. My apartment was just a few blocks away, and I relished the idea of the solitude awaiting me. However, as I approached my building, a sense of unease washed over me.

Glancing over my shoulder, I noticed a black car gliding silently behind me. Its sleek exterior and tinted windows hinted at luxury, but the sight only heightened my anxiety. Hastening my pace, I navigated through the labyrinth of alleyways, the sound of my own footsteps echoing off the walls.

Despite my efforts to outrun the ominous presence, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Each shadow seemed to harbor unseen eyes, and every corner held the potential for danger. With a racing heart, I finally reached the safety of my apartment, but the sense of unease lingered like a shadow in the night.

The next day I noticed Mr Hayes was staring at his computer, not like usual where he was typing or reading, but straight staring. I decided to ignore it, so I went in and sat at my desk and started my day.

Mr. Hayes suddenly turns towards me, his demeanor casual yet commanding. "There will be a meeting in 5 minutes, be prepared, and I expect you to voice your opinions just like in the email," he says nonchalantly before continuing with his tasks.

Entering the meeting room with my notepad in hand, I'm ready to take notes as usual. The room is filled with the usual old chair holders, engaged in murmured conversations. Among them are two young newcomers, adding a sense of fresh energy to the mix.

"We shall begin. Would anyone like to suggest how we should handle the influx of overtime that's going to be handed out in a few weeks?" Mr. Hayes prompts as I settle into my seat, pen poised over my notepad.

As I jot down notes, one of the seasoned chair holders speaks up, suggesting a rather outdated approach. "Just spring it on them. Back in my days, we were grateful we got to work," he remarks.

"Yeah, it must be hard finding work back in Moses' days," I quip, the words slipping out before I can reel them back in. The two young newcomers snicker, while the older members shoot me disapproving glares.

The meeting progresses in a similar fashion, with the old guard making outdated suggestions and me tactfully correcting them to steer the discussion in a more productive direction.

As the meeting draws to a close, I make my way back to Mr. Hayes' office. "That was wonderful," he commended me. "You're only saying what most of the office wants to scream."

The next day unfolded much like the previous one. However, to my surprise, Mr. Hayes informed me that I'd be on a new schedule, with alterations to my lunchtime.

As time went on, I couldn't help but notice subtle changes permeating the office atmosphere. It seemed as though we were gradually regressing back to the way things used to be.