After cleaning her wounds, she buttons her long sleeve so nobody could see her secret. Today has been particularly the worst for her, since her wedding day to the man she does not love is only days away. Better end it for good Annalise... it is better to die than giving yourself to that filthy animal. Do it Annalise.
The words of her unconscious mind makes her grab her blade one more time and direct it to veins that are located on her left wrist.
Before she could puncture her veins and end her life for good, an angry shout comes from across the hallway.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Shit. Mr. Barrymore Her boss of 7 years walks to her direction. He looks utterly pissed.
Annalise starts stuttering, "Um... Sir. I was just trying to cut this piece of paper, but I guess I g-got carried away with my daydream a-and forgot about what I was trying to do." Oddly enough, her boss looks very calm and says, "I did not believe that was what you were trying to do, Annalise." He gently unbuttons her sleeve buttons and roll her sleeves up. He turns the inside of her arms upwards so he can see her wounds.
Annalise retracts her arms to her chest and fresh tears started rolling down her cheeks. "Please don't fire me, Sir. I swear it will never happen again. Please... I need this job."
He looks at her compassionately, then suddenly his eyes turn cold as ice. "Come to my office, Annalise."
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My Boss' Love Story
Short StoryJ.J. Rousseau said, "Man (and women) is born free, and everywhere he (and she) is in chains." I say, " It's because being chained feels good. Try ropes and cable ties. Chances are both genders would like that, too" As usual, I hope you enjoy the sto...
