The Email [Yandere Boss x Reader]

Chapter 8 - Come back

The next day, I luxuriated in the comfort of my bed, silently congratulating myself for deleting all of my alarms. However, my moment of peace was shattered by the incessant ringing of my phone. Groaning, I lazily reached for it and turned it over, only to find 11 missed calls from the same number.

"Spam," I muttered, tossing the phone aside.

Resigned to spending the day in bed, I ignored the persistent buzzing of my phone. I pick it up surprised on who was on the other end.

I answered the phone, surprised by who was on the other end.

"Why are you running late?" Hayes demanded, his voice sounding rougher than usual.

"I'm not running late, Sir. My contract ended; my time with the company is up," I replied, trying to keep my tone steady.

"What are you talking about?" he retorted, his anger palpable.

"My contract was only for a few months," I explained, bracing myself for his reaction.

"So sign a new one," he insisted, but I wasn't about to be swayed.

"No, I do not plan on coming back," I asserted firmly.

"Was there a problem with the company?" Hayes pressed, his tone growing more intense.

"No, sir, it's a personal problem," I replied, trying to maintain a professional demeanor.

"Is the problem me?" he asked, his voice lowering.

"No, like I said, it's a personal problem," I reiterated, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

"What's the problem?" he demanded, his persistence unnerving me.

"Nothing, sir. Like I said, it's a personal problem," I replied tersely, sensing the conversation was veering into dangerous territory.

"Do you like Suddo better?" he suddenly inquired, catching me off guard.

How did he know about that?

"How... how did you know I applied to them?" I asked, feeling a chill run down my spine.

"I wouldn't worry about that. Just... What do they have that I don't?" he probed further, his tone taking on a sinister edge.

Unable to handle the mounting tension, I hung up in fear. He called back immediately, but I swiftly blocked his number, desperate to put an end to the unsettling exchange.

Eventually, I received a text from Sarah. "Dude, the boss is sulking. It's kinda weird," she informed me.

As the days passed, the barrage of calls from the same number showed no signs of abating. Sarah continued to keep me updated on the goings-on at the office.

A week later "the boss is like really depressed. It's getting strange," Sarah relayed to me one evening.

"No, like, it's really weird. The boss won't come out, and nobody is working. We just sit there in silence until it's time to clock out," she elaborated, her tone tinged with concern.

"It's pretty terrifying, everyone here is too afraid to do something" Jake said, as they both drove home

"It'll blow over in a month," I reassured myself, but the ominous silence on the phone told me otherwise.

With interviews scheduled, I woke up early, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation. After dressing, I made my way to the building. As I waited, I noticed a trend: people emerged from the interview room unusually quickly.

When it was my turn, I entered the room with a cheerful greeting. However, my enthusiasm quickly waned when I realized the chair behind the desk was facing away from me.