𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 ✓ (𝟷𝟾+)

The Reason

Arin

Roger wanted to sue Brandon, his father. But why?

I thought of the various possibilities as I typed the letter he wanted.

"Did you type it yet?" A stern voice boomed from his office before he emerged. His broad-shouldered body towered over me.

The letter to the attorney said nothing more than Brendon's funds' embezzlement but I knew it was more than that. Roger was merely initiating the fall of the first domino. Later he would have a whole case around it.

I typed the last few words before printing and handing it to Roger, who waited in front of me, tapping his feet onto the wooden floor.

"Took you long enough," his voice - stern and authoritative - as he stared at me with those jaded blue eyes.

I couldn't help but wonder if Roger was being rude and hurtful on purpose.

"I had to ensure the letter was error-free," I answered.

He peeled his gaze from the letter towards me before peering back at the page.

Maybe I said a lot. Maybe he wasn't used to people talking back.

"It's error-free. Alright. Type faster next time," he replied without having the courtesy to look at me while addressing me.

"In that case, don't stand on my head and I will get it done quicker." Words fell out of my mouth before the realization struck.

Roger, who had begun his walk towards his office turned. There wasn't anger in his eyes but what I witnessed wasn't a pleasant expression either. It was something vicious. Something that sought revenge and was willing to hurt.

Something I couldn't understand.

He crumpled the letter and tossed it in the trash while his eyes stayed focused on me. "It had an error. Type again."

His voice boomed through the floor as he commanded me; his slave assistant to type another letter. Roger stood in front of my desk while I composed myself, typing again. I knew his gaze was set frozen on me; as was the entire office'.

You can't cry now Arin.

You have to be strong.

Don't show you were affected by his arrogant behavior.

Words of encouragement calmed the revolt of emotions inside me.

I wondered what happened to the sweet man who talked with me on the call. Who was this ruthless piece of human garbage who took over?

I finished typing as fast as I could, trying in parallel to not burst into tears. I controlled the boiling emotions bubbling up inside as I printed the letter again and handed it to him, not meeting his intense gaze.

"Not good enough." The same viciousness and hate in his voice boomed back as he crumple the letter again. He was punishing me for my statement. He doesn't like people talking back.

His attitude brought forth the rollercoaster of emotions inside of me to a standstill. Instantly, the hurt and the tears bubbling like lava were repressed.

Determination had an odd effect on me.

I typed the next letter faster than ever, focused on making it without any errors. Printing it, I muttered a little prayer before handing it to him. This time, I looked at him, meeting his burning gaze with the same intensity.

Residual tears had dried away. I wasn't scared. I was, two letters back, but not anymore.

What was the worst he would do? Fire me?