The wooden door shut itself with a soft thud as your knees began to wobble in curious anticipation.
Oh my God. I'm going to get it real good this time.
You kept telling yourself earlier that it'll all be okay but you knew it was far cry from that. There was no way that the people from above and most importantly, he was going to let you off that easy. God knew the miserable fates each employee had gone through this man. He was the devil's nephew for sure.
"Ms. (L/N), I see you've been neglecting your work again." Mr. Ice-king spoke calmly once he had settled back onto his large chair comfortably.
You fiddled with your thumbs as you let the one side of your hair fall down to curtain your already-embarrassed face.
"I'm so so sorry, I promise to never ever to that again. I'll be more cautious in the future. I promise. Just please..." Your voice trailed off into a soft whisper as you uttered the last word. It was a bit melodramatic but nevertheless, it was what your mind could think of at that moment.
Ice king (it wasn't original but it did suit him well) didn't even bother to acknowledge your plea with any reaction at all, instead, he had his attention focused on the folder before him. His half-framed glasses reflected the early rays of the morning light as he skimmed through the folder's contents with his index finger.
"Sir?" You asked when an uncomfortable silence began to thicken within the air around you.
You expected a flash of death glare from him but were met with a raised index finger instead, signaling you to hush for a moment. In a instant, you quickly clamped your mouth shut and prayed that time would pass by quicker now. The ticking noise of the clock plastered on the wall behind you didn't help in any way at all.
And as the clock continued to tick away, you grew more anxious with each passing minute. You palms were most likely sweating like crazy right now.
"Ms. (L/N)." His cool and velvety voice finally echoed out slowly throughout the room.
"S-Sir...?" You queried but it barely came out as a pitched squeak.
He tore his attention away from the file on his desk and raised his head slowly to meet his gaze with yours. You swore for a moment that those eyes of his had been blue, but now you can barely point out any hint color on them except pitch black. Must have been due the lighting of the room, you thought to yourself.
"When's the last time you remember ever committing a mistake?"
Huh?
Your brows met as you eyed him.
"Sorry, what?" You asked dumbfoundedly.
Mr. Hiddleston raised his chin at you, letting the light reflect once more on those pristine lenses.
"A mistake Ms. (L/N)."
Seriously. What is he talking about?
You shook your head in confusion. "Pardon me sir, but I don't understand what you're talki–"
"Well, not only are you incompetent but you're slow-witted as well." He immediately cut you off before you could even bother to finish.
"... slow-witted?" You repeated, clearly insulted but you tried your best not to show it upon your face.
The guys at the HR Department said that this guy could be really frank at times but it's quite obvious that he was totally crossing over the lines here.
"And incompetent." He added casually. Apparently, he didn't understand the concept of adding fuel to the fire. He lived for adding fuel to it. It was what he was best at.
