UNFORGIVABLE

CHAPTER FIVE

This chapter is dedicated to @Alette_marigold
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So here you go. The longest chapter yet.
NOT EDITED though.

P.s; If there is a name change in this chapter, please do ensure to point it out. I had to change some names before putting up this story. I'm sorry. But once I get to edit them,  I'll correct that.

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I walk inside Sasha's big office. The room lighting is dim, but calm. As usual. As I approach one of the chairs by his desk, I stop, not knowing what to do now. I'm trying to gauge his mood first.

Should I wait for him to offer me a seat or just pull out a seat for myself?

Sometimes, it's really hard to tell with Sasha. He can be all smiley with you one minute, and the next, he's yelling at you like he wants you down in the pits of hell.

I watch his huge frame stroll casually till he gets to his huge swivel chair behind his glass desk.

It baffles me sometimes, how a man with occasionally mood swings and distinctive anger issues, tends to own almost all his work furnitures in glass forms and frames, without managing to even break one.
Even his door panels are made of glass. Those weird glasses where everything is visible from the inside but completely opaque on the outside.

"Have a seat Anna Mae." He says, unbuttoning his grey suit, before he sits down.

I give him a slight nod and quickly sit down. He leans backward a bit and takes in a very deep breath.

Oh well. Here comes the fire.

"Unfortunately, we were not graced with your presence in the meeting today."

"This morning?"

He just gives me a blank stare as he waits for me to affirm my stupid question.

"Umm... I Uh.. I..I.." I stutter.

I think carefully to look for the right words so, as not to piss Sasha off more than he already is.

"Coherent sentence Miss Harper, any day now." He says sharply.

I avoid his eyes immediately, in fear that no sound would escape my lips if I continue to make eye contact.

"I had a rough morning sir." I say, looking at the aquarium at the far corner of the room to avoid his eyes.

"Rough morning?"

Now it's his turn to ask the questions.

"Yes sir." I nod.

"Explain your... Rough morning" He air quotes.

Wow! really Sasha?

"Umm...long nights resulted in my rough morning?" I answer with a question.

He leans his elbows on his too fragile looking table, and rubs his hands together.

"Rough morning..." He mummurs to himself, like he's trying to understand what is happening here.

He strokes his grey hair for a few seconds, like he's trying to calm himself down.

Please don't yell at me. Please don't yell at me. Not today again.

"My mum was In town last night and she's not familiar with L.A. so, I had to help her get settled in." I rush.

Well there goes my most solid lie, I've been saving it for a while. Now what do I do whenever I'm in this situation with Sasha again?