Dear You

Chaper 3 - Regret

He looked right through me and I sank like quick sand. He smiled like a sniper catching its prey. This guy hunts. Hunts the weak. Right now I may be weak but this was not me. I am the one who has brought hundreds of entrepreneurs to the table. I took a deep breath. Time to play hard ball.

He was tall, handsome, with short caramel brown hair , he has the perfect amount of tan; he obviously likes his holidays. His jaw line was cover with short well groomed hair, gritty, he was too handsome and he knew it. He was arrogant and his his hazel grey eyes screamed out fearless. He stood in the room like he owned me with his overpriced suit and Rolex watch. I was unimpressed. I tried to make a smile as I offered a seat.

" Sarah" he smiled 

" Mrs Swansport" I hissed

"Sorry Ms Swansport" this time the smile did not reach his eyes. This guy has depth to his soul as much as a thin slice of paper.

I squeezed my pencil hearing the snap which I covered by  a cough.

"Mr Barker, nice to see you again"

" Yes well? we didn't really see each other yesterday did we? From what I recall you was eye rolling every pitch I brought forward to you to investigate then dismiss yourself from our meeting when it was finished"

"Yes. I wasn't myself yesterday. It was my first day back since"

He put his hand out to silent me 

"I am aware but we can't be having that attitude around the office it makes the entire staff uncomfortable"

I was surprised, I crossed my arms and stood up to fetch some water to moisturise my now dry mouth.

" Really? I would of hoped any of staff who I have worked with for 6 over years would feel comfortable to express their concerns to me directly" 

" Well no one has actually said anything to me but I have noticed it"

" In less then 24 hours , that's quite an impact. I am pretty sure the impact you see around is the impact you have created yourself. I may not be as focus as I should be but I have even notice that this company has got sticks up there arses "

"Ms Swansport "

"It's Mrs I am married "

"You are widowed and everyone here knows about it and everyone is treading on egg shells and I won't allow it. Since I have been here the company has made 90 million profit. Now I want you to go home and figure out f you want to be part of this company. "

"You heartless fool, my husband made this business for what it is. Everyone was happy and they love there job. How dare you! I have just lost my husband and you can't be any less human if you tried"

"I am running a business it isn't personal. It is business" 

" I quit then "

His face seemed surprised and if I'm not mistaken his eyes were sad.

" Considered this my months notice. I will email you my resignation. I will act professional until then and finalise my clients list and switch them over to the new handler"

I walked towards my door shaking inside - my adrenalin was on overtime 

"Please leave" 

Chris straighten his tie and buttoned his jacket ,brushed his hair back in frustration and look straight into my eyes like he is was the one who has been pushed to leave. 

" Mrs  Swansport"

"Mr Barker"

My salted tears streamed as I locked the door. WHAT HAVE IJUST DONE. Did I do the right thing ?...: