The Email [Yandere Boss x Reader]

Chapter 11 - Again?

The next day, I woke up feeling a sense of dread as I prepared for the job interview. Despite my nerves, I put on my best professional attire and headed out, hoping for a fresh start at the smaller firm.

As I stepped into the interview room and went through the motions, the interviewer wasted no time diving into the details. 

"You will be working on the third floor. Are you prepared to be constantly moving around?" he asked, his tone businesslike and direct.

"Of course, I can adapt," I replied, summoning all the confidence I could muster.

"Great," the interviewer continued, "now it's time for you to meet the Boss, who will be working closely with you during this process. He likes to be hands-on during most processes for new hires." His words sent a ripple of anticipation through me as I braced myself to meet the person who would be overseeing my work.

A sinking feeling settled in my stomach when I saw him walk in. The manager's introduction confirmed my worst fears—he was now the new boss. The room seemed to shrink as my frustration bubbled up inside me.

Why is he always everywhere?

"What is wrong with you?" I couldn't help but blurt out, my voice tinged with a mixture of anger and disbelief.

"L/N, don't speak like that to the new boss," the manager reprimanded, casting a disapproving glance my way. I bit my lip, holding back the torrent of words threatening to spill out.

As I turned to leave, his voice followed me like an unwelcome shadow. 

"Y/N, I know you hear me," he called after me, his tone irritatingly persistent.

Go away!

Ignoring his attempts to engage me, I walked away, my steps heavy with frustration. Each word he uttered only fueled my growing sense of indignation.

"You seem tense," he observed, but his concern felt hollow and insincere.

Finally, I snapped, turning to face him with a glare that could melt steel. 

"What?" I snapped, my patience wearing thin.

His attempt at an apology only fueled my anger further. "I'm sorry if I went too far by mentioning your mo-" he began, but I cut him off sharply, unable to bear another word from him.

"You know nothing. You're just some insufferable brat who doesn't know how to take rejection," I retorted, my words dripping with disdain as I stormed off, leaving him behind in the wake of my frustration.

Later, as I returned home, my heart sank as I found the note on my door. The news of the rent increase only added to my mounting worries, leaving me feeling trapped in a cycle of uncertainty and frustration.

I walk into my apartment and sink into the floor. My phone gos off I open it to see a message "Im sorry"

The next day, I reluctantly returned to place, my mind consumed by thoughts of my uncertain future. As I navigated through the chaos of the day, a sense of unease lingered in the back of my mind, refusing to dissipate.

Summoning all my courage, I approached my manager and offered an apology for any previous misunderstandings.

"You're lucky," he grumbled in response. "The boss seemed to take pity and has given you the job."

Despite his apparent anger, I knew I had to push through and focus on my tasks at hand. With determination, I forced myself to concentrate and carry out my duties to the best of my ability.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a notification. Curious, I checked it and discovered that money had been deposited into my bank account. Was it a mistake? I couldn't fathom who would send me money without explanation.

As the day drew to a close, I headed home, my mind still preoccupied with the mysterious deposit. Upon arriving, I was greeted by an unexpected sight—a bouquet of roses with a handwritten note.

At first, I tried to dismiss it, but then I noticed small notes scattered around my apartment, each one seemingly placed with purpose. The gestures left me feeling both touched and unsettled, wondering who could be behind them and what their intentions might be.

How did he get into my house?

I wanted to laugh, this was just getting sadder by the day. My phone was ringing and I picked it up.

"Looks like this situation didn't blow over like you predicted," Jake remarked, his tone laced with sarcasm as he mocked my earlier optimism. 

With a heavy sigh, I acknowledged the truth of his words.

"Nope, it got worse," I admitted, feeling a sense of resignation settle over me.

"Seems like trouble has a knack for sticking around," Sarah chimed in, her voice tinged with sympathy as she observed the frustration etched on my face.

"Yeah, it's like the calm before the storm," I mused, feeling the weight of uncertainty pressing down on me. As much as I had hoped for a resolution, it seemed that the challenges were far from over.

Suddenly, a message notification flashed on my phone screen: "Can we please talk?"

"Alright, guys, I'll catch up with you later," I said, quickly ending the call with Jake and Sarah.

"Only over the phone," I texted back, bracing myself for whatever was to come. Moments later, my phone rang, and I hesitantly answered.

"What are you, my sugar daddy or something?" I quipped, trying to inject some levity into the tense situation.

"No, please, I'm sorry," his voice trembled with emotion, sounding as though he might be on the verge of tears.

"Why are you even doing this?" I pressed, my frustration mounting.

"I... I love you," he confessed, his words hanging heavily in the air.

I sighed, feeling a mix of exasperation and pity for the man on the other end of the line. Arguing with someone so deeply unhinged seemed futile.

"I have a damn headache," I muttered, rubbing my temples in frustration.

"Come back to me," he pleaded, his voice desperate and pleading.