Through The Pain

21 | Conditions

Cat

I still can't believe that I am sitting in the most comfortable office chair I've ever had and wearing the most comfortable shoes I've ever worn when I originally planned on resigning this morning. I still have my job because my boss refused to accept my resignation for the most bizarre reason I've ever heard. And I haven't moved on to that by the way. Especially to the part that he took off my heels to replace it with these amazingly comfortable shoes just because he doesn't want to see me in pain again.

I mean, seriously, what kind of reasoning is that coming from an employer to his employee?

But in all honesty, my heart beats hard on my chest when he says that and still can't erase the smile on my face which I tried so hard to hide but I know that I failed based on the teasing grin on my boss's devilish gorgeous face.

I was about to say something if it weren't for Daisy who suddenly came to his office. And I swear, I had that urge to wring that girl's neck when he looked at my boss coyly.

Right, Daisy, my assistant. When did an assistant get an assistant? I thought my boss was just fooling around when he said those conditions. And up until now, he is yet to fail in proving that he was not messing around with me with those conditions.

First, the heels that he threw into the trash can.

Second, Daisy, a.k.a my assistant who had taken most of my job leaving me with almost nothing to do except to give her orders. Though I am not used to giving orders, she insists that I give her orders. Apparently, if our boss finds out that she is not doing her job right, and leaving me with all the work, he would fire her, which she cannot afford to happen because she badly needed the job.

Third, my boss checks me now and then if I am doing fine or if I am hurt or anything. Then he would remind me not to sit longer or stand for long. And he is doing that every fifteen minutes which is kind of freaky.

Fourth, he takes me out to my favorite keto-friendly restaurant for lunch.

I am now wondering if he is going to do this every day and until when because I am afraid that I might get used to this kind of attention that he is giving me though it still confuses me.

I looked at my wristwatch and realized that it's time for me to pick up the girls from school. I gave Daisy instructions of what though we've already finished today's work.

I gathered my things and put them inside my satchel bag and walked towards my boss's office to inform him that I am about to leave.

I knocked on the door and heard his crisp voice but what made my breath hitch was when he knew that it was I who was knocking.

"Come in, Catherine." How did he know that it was I? And for the record, this is the twelfth time that he called me by my name for today.

I am completely puzzled but still, I opened the door and ignored the questions in my mind.

"Mr. Vann, it is time for me to pick up your daughters from school. May I take my leave now?" I asked while trying to calm down my nerves. He looked up to me and my face immediately heated up from his gaze.

He studied my face for a couple of seconds making me uncomfortable. "Are you sure you can still pick them up at school? Aren't you tired or in pain?" He asked for the millionth time and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him.

"I am good, Mr. Vann. I can pick them up at school." I replied.

He stared at me again as if finding out if I am telling the truth. "Okay, wait for me."

"Huh?" And for the millionth time, I am puzzled. "Y-you mean?"

"Yes, I am coming with you." He said while putting everything in his desk inside his drawer then he put on his coat. "Let's go."