My Boss

Chapter Twenty Nine

Chapter Twenty Nine: Sam

Today I have to do it. I have to apologise to Brooke about last night.

"I'm sorry. It was unprofessional of me. It won't happen again." I whisper to myself.

All this morning, I had been rehearsing what I would say to Brooke.
Each time I said it to myself, it changed.

"Last night was... Unexpected. And I'm sorry for how I reacted, but it can't happen again. If it does, I will have no other choice but to fire you." I say to myself again.

What am I thinking?!

I couldn't fire Brooke! Yeah, I know. She's not been with me for long, but she's far better than the other bimbos that applied for the place of my secretary.

I didn't even notice that I'd arrived at work until Frankie greeted me.

"Oh, hi Frankie." I say, distracted. Not stopping as I walk towards the lift, I had to find Brooke.

Just as I'm about to enter my office, I notice Brooke is already at work. Usually she's be a few minutes late, running into my office with my morning coffee.

I think of it as if it was nothing, and carry on. Sitting down at my desk and writing a load of nonsense down on a piece of paper.

but minutes later, Brooke does in fact come in with my coffee.

"2 sugars?" I ask, impolitely.

Instantly she responded "yes. 2 sugars and a drop of milk."

The urge to glance up at her was strong. Just to see her delicate figure stood in front of me. But knowing I physically couldn't hurt me.

"That's all." I say.

I'm such a dickhead!
I was meant to say thank you, but it was as if I couldn't control my mouth.

I hear the sound of Brooke's heels click against the floor as she makes her way out.

I could practically feel the relief radiating off of her.

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For the rest of the after noon, I tried to finish the piles of paper on my desk.

I miss Brooke, I thought to myself.

Jesus Christ I'm beginning to sound like a love-struck teenager...

I quick-call Brooke's office and wait.

Ring Ring.

"Hello, Mr Radcliffe's office. How may I help you?" She says down the line, obviously not knowing its me.

"It's me, office. Now." I say, then hang up on her.

Why am I such a dick!!
I'm not always like this. I'm making myself come across as a right idiot. What will she think of me?

When I hear Brooke enter my office, I immediately start scribbling some notes down for her to copy out later.

"You wanted me, Sam?" She asks.

God, did I want you. Still want you in fact. If I could go back to last night and change how I acted I would. Without hesitation.

I clear my throat, "Yes, have you finished the PowerPoint?" I change the subject quickly.

"I have."

"What about the documents for the Tallish project?" I point out.

"Done that."

Damn she's good.

"Drew up the profit graph?"

"Finishing it up after lunch." She tells me.

"Jesus Christ it's that time already!" I say to myself.

I must have been say here for a good few hours for it to be lunch now.

I look up at Brooke, about to ask her something when catches my eye.

"What the fuck it that?!" I growl at her, pointing out the black eye on her face.

The bastard that done that better look worse than my girl does.

What the fuck...

My girl?

Almost proudly, Brooke stands up straight. Knowing straight away what I'm talking about. "What's what?" She asks, faking cluelessness.

This angers me. "Don't play with me, Brooke! What is that on your face?!"

"It's a bruise." She says as if it's nothing.

"I know that! But why do you have it?" I ask. I swear to god, she can anger me more than any other person.

"Does it matter? I mean, it's none of your business or anything."

Shit, she's right. This will look weird to her if I try to make this look personal. I pull the 'work' card.

"You work in my building. As my secretary. Everything you do is my business." I get up from my desk and walk around towards her, "Now tell me, now. Did. You. Get. The. Fucking. Bruise." I demand.

Yes, I know this is out of order of me. But i like her. And some people would even go to describe me as protective and stubborn.

"No." She says to me, her calm facial expression still in place. This girls holding her ground, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm hungry." And with that, she spins around and makes her way out of my office.
She's left me feeling shocks and frustrated.

As soon as that doors closed, I can't help but smile brightly at her. She's so adorable.

"God, she'll be he death of me," I whisper to myself.

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Well?

What you think of Sam's point of view?

I've got to say, it's not the best. But it's by the worst....