A Minor Offense

First day of work

Okay. So I'm working on two other stories right now on a different account and realized this book is kind of horrible??? Idk. Everything here went so fast. So I'm really just going to be writing this for fun but I want to finish it. future chapters will be much better. Hopefully.

Enjoy!

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My hands were shaking uncontrollably as I got ready for my first day of work. Work with a new boss and my father. I understand that my father was trying to make amends with me, or whatever. But did I have it in me to let him do that? I've had my mother in my ear for over a decade telling me how horrible of a man my father was for leaving us when we needed him the most.

So of course there was resentment towards him. But could I keep this resentment going? One image of my mothers tear stained face as she stared at yet another bill we couldn't afford gave me my answer. Yes, yes I could.

I chewed on my dry toast as I glanced at the clock. I still had twenty minutes before I had to leave. I had nothing else to do and my nerves were getting to me. I decided to put myself out of my misery and at least make an impression on my new boss by being a few minutes early.

I grabbed my car keys off the hook before leaving a messy note for my depressed mother. I drove to work in complete silence, the normal playing of my cars cd's player a heavy absence in my routine. I was too nervous to sing along today.

I wiped my hands on my pencil skirt, smoothing invisible wrinkles as I stepped my way out of the car and made my way into the building. This time the secretary was well aware of who I was, and I casted her a guilty smile for out previous encounter. My face reddened at the thought of how I had treated the poor women.

She returned my smiled timidly as I eased myself into the elevator. I stopped by my dad's office first, wondering if I should knock or not but just decided to go on in anyways.

"Arielle!" He beamed. I raised my right hand in an awkward and nervous wave. "I'm glad you're here, I was almost worried you wouldn't show up." You and me both.

"Yeah well, we need it." I decided to stare at an invisible crack in the perfect flooring. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and I looked up to meet his gaze, guilt in his eyes.

"Well," He smiled again. "His office is down the hall, first door on the right. You'll do great, I know you will. Check in with me during your lunch break and get to know your new boss. Remember, he knows you're seventeen but I also told him you're a hard worker." I gave my father a curt nod before slipping out of his office.

I took a deep breath in and let it out. I could do this.

Before I knew it was standing in front of a posh wood door, my fate waiting on the other side. I hoped for an amazing boss as I summoned the courage to raise a shaking fist against the door.

"Come in." Came the dry response. I stepped in, clicking the door shut behind me. My eyes fell in the figure sitting in the chair. He wasn't facing me, his back turned so that he could see the city through the bay window.

He turned around and my heart could explode from the nerves of meeting him.

"Arielle?" I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think straight. It was him. It was Beau.

He looked at me in confusion before understanding graced his features. I watched the transfer of emotions from confusion, understanding, betrayal, and finally landing on anger. He flung himself up from the chair, the force sending the chair toppling over and I winced at the sound of the crash. I couldn't move. I opened my mouth, to form some time of explanation but I couldn't find the words.

He was storming towards me and suddenly I was pressed up against the door in agony as I willed myself not to cry.

I was going to piss myself in fear.

His golden brown eyes were now three shades darker as he searched my face angrily.

"Beau please, let me-"

"No Arielle. I am not Beau to you. I am Mr. Whitmore and I am your boss. You deceived me, I fucked a child. You are absolutely nothing to me. Nothing but my employee, do you understand me?" His words were filled with venom, each one taking a blow to my broken heart.

"And wipe those tears off your face, Miss James." I reached my hand slowly up to my face as I realized I was in fact crying.

He walked over to his desk, releasing me and taking a seat after picking up his chair.

"One large coffee. 2 sugars and no cream. I expect it within ten minutes."

"Yes, sir." I couldn't stop the god awful sound my voice made as it cracked on the final word. He winced at the sound but quickly recovered, typing away swiftly at his keyboard.

I deserved it. I deserved this reaction, what did I expect? I was a minor and he was my boss. I was lying from the beginning and I didn't deserve him.

But that didn't stop me from leaving the room and dissolving into a sob right outside his fucking door.

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I think we all saw that coming! Haha. Thank you to anyone who read.

-Maddie