Yes, Sir.

|Bagels|

'I'm going to kill myself with all these fucking numbers.'

I was recalculating last weeks taxes from the nearest dealerships...which is something I have to do every Monday...I.guess it's good because that means we were selling..but it's bad because well I despise math.

I looked up to see people walking in and out of offices with paper work, others typing away at their desk just like I was.

My phone started ringing, "Hello?"

"My office right now."

Oh god..Maxwell was practically biting my head off through the phone. We haven't seen or spoke to eachother since Friday...when we kissed...is that what he wanted to talk about? Did he finally realize what we did?

I got up quickly making my way to his office.

I was so nervous....why was he so mad?

I turned the door knob slowly..poking my head through the door, "Get in here!"

I quickly opened the door and closed it. He was standng behind his desk with his fists on the top..I walked infront of him and he leaned forward.

"Ms. Avery....what the fuck is this?"

He picked up the bagel on his desk and slowly brought it up to my face...

"Uh...a Bagel?"

"What kind of bagel?" Holycrap his voice was scary right now.

"Uhm...strawberry."

His lips pressed together into a line...

"I-I know you said you only eat blue berry but they didn't have anymore Mr. Wade."

He leaned back tossing the bagel in the trash can, fucking asshole...

"Did you know that I am allergic to one thing on this entire planet....do you know what that one thing is?"

Well shit...how was I supoosed to know?

"Erm..strawberrys?"

"Smart girl!" he exclaimed..what the fuck? Why was he acting so crazy.

It's one thing to yell, it's another to treat me like I'm stupid. My fists clenched.

"How was I supposed to know that you're allergic to strawberrys?! I can't read you're mind can I?! No! So tell me how would I possibly know that's the one thing you can't fucking eat? And another thing I'm going to start charging you for these because you know who payes for your precious bagel every fucking morning?! I do! Throw another one away and watch what I'll do!"

I could see the fire of rage in his eyes again, his eyebrows were knit.together, his face was turning red.. but I wasn't scared.

I turned around and stomped to the door, "Where the hell do you think you're going?!" he boomed.

"To go get your damn bagel!"

I slammed his door shut.

I don't get mad like that often but when I do leave me alone...he insulted my intelligence, threw away something I payed for, and yelled at me.

Just cus he's my boss doesn't mean he can treat me like shit.

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I had to go to a different Starbuck's which was ten minutes away just for that bagel but I got it.

By this time I had calmed down a bit, I walked to his office, not peeking in this time I opened the door all the way and walked right over to his desk with a fake smile plastered on my face.