My Daughters Teacher || K.T.H

Ch.1

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"Being there for someone
isn't as easy as one thinks"
-Anonymous
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"Miss Oh please"

I begged my boss to let me go early, just once today but she just kept flipping papers. I took a deep breath, about to throw my binder full of documents at her stupidly perfect face.

"You say just this once then it'll happen again. Next time will be "its an emergency" and soon enough" she gently places the paper she was reading down, folding her hands above the sheet while looking up at me.

She flutters her lashes, annoyingly hurting my feelings. She's so beautiful for someone in such a busy position. Then again she doesn't have a child or husband to go home to.

"You'll be asking to go home early every single day of the week" she finishes with a toothy smile. I forced a smile back, gulping down my bride and bowing 90 degrees towards her.

"Please miss. I have to pick up my daughter. I just need to drop her off at her baby sitters then I promise I'll come back to work right after" My eyes shut tightly. I'm about ready to cry.

"Then call the babysitter to pick her up for God's sake" she bursts, picking up the paper from before a bit firm causing it to cripple a little.

"She won't go with her. She only allows me to pick her up and drop her off due to recent kidnappings in the neighborhood" I gulped again, hearing a long sigh in the office.

"Please. If you had a child too, you would understand-"

"Well I don't now do I?!" I flinched hearing her voice raise and her chair roll back so much there was a loud bang when it hit the wall.

"Stand straight" she ordered me and I did as told, straightening my stance only to see her sitting on the desk, glasses off and her fingers pinching her nose.

"Were both 23 yet your with a 5 year old kid. This is why we use protection" she threw a paper, failing to hit me by floating down to the ground.

I bowed anyways. Although I'm very offended by her comment, I accepted it. Since she's my superior, I really have no other choice unless she gives the CEO and chairman a complaint about me.

"I'm sorry" I whispered keeping my eyes away from her burning ones.

"You have 40 minutes. Late by even a second, expect a down grade for your performance" she grabbed a plain white papers, crumbling it into a ball then threw it in my face.

I bit my lip feeling it cut my cheek. "Well!? GO!" She pointed to the door. I gave one last respectful bow then ran out the door, not fast enough though.

"Cocky bitch" I heard her whisper when I closed the door.

Dodging fellow coworkers and people running errands for superiors, I made it to the elevators. I dialed the schools phone, tapping my foot impatiently for the school to pick up.