Letting Go

Seventeen

"Good Morning." I said coming into the office with coffee.

"Morning." My boss said.

"Here you go." I said handing him his cup of coffee.

"You know you're late right?"

"I'm early actually." I said.

"I told you to be here at 5:15, not 5:45." He said annoyed.

"You actually told me to be here by 6." I said looking at him.

"That means a half hour early."

"You didn't say that." I reminded. "And even still, that time is 5:30."

"We'll be here earlier than the half hour early." He said.

I sighed, deciding he will not ruin my Monday morning. It's early, and I've had a good morning so far, especially being that I woke up to a text from Reginald. I have never ever in my life felt like this, and I must say its the best feeling ever. Am I in love? No but for anyone who's not family this is the closest I've gotten in a very long time.

These feelings make me angry, because I can't seem to control them, they make me anxious because I don't know how this will work and then make me hopeful, hopeful for the future and my possible life with him.

After getting into work, everything seemed to be running smooth. Today is definitely what would be at any other office not a slow day, but a normal day, normal days in here are filled with lots of work but no chaos. Thank god for that.

"Ms. Daniels." I heard someone call me.

"Yes?" I asked knowing it came from my office phone through the intercom.

"Mr.Jacobs would like to speak with you, immediately."

"Alright, I'll be right there." I told her and got up from my desk. I put my heels back on my feet and picked up my blazer.

I walked out into the hallway from my office, and down to where I knew he'd be. He hates having people in his personal office because usually, that's where his women come meet him from the office for their little sessions. I learned that the hard way unfortunately. After that first little incident, he notified me that when he needed me he'd be in the conference room, which is fine by me because I never want anyone to think for a half of a millisecond that he and I are having relations of any kind.

"Yes sir?" I asked.

"Sit." He told me smirking

"Mr. Jacob, with all due respect I have a whole lot of work waiting for me and I need to-" I was cut off by the raising of his hand.

"I said, sit."

I sighed sitting in the chair directly across from him. "You know for someone who wants a promotion you don't listen."

"I am not a child, please do not treat me as such." I said to him annoyed.

"Am I speaking to you as if you were a child?" He asked me.

"Yes, in fact you are. You're always dangling this position over my head knowing full well I deserve it." I said upset.

"It's other people who work for it." He told me

"Besides the ones who are working on your penis for it." I said completely upset.

He chuckled. "It could be yours too."

"Don't ever flatter yourself." I scoffed.

"You want me, and that's fine."

"Please stop being inappropriate and tell me what you want."