After hours

He was horrible at remembering names.

It was weeks before he stopped calling me 'Laura.'

I don't even look like a Laura.

And the way he never used the intercom system? How professional, my boss is screaming across the office for me. Again.
He's arrogant.

He's always seven minutes late.

Couldn't keep an assistant around if his life depended on it.

He didn't even deserve this company.

Daddy served it to him on a silver platter.

I could hear him tapping his stupid pen off of his stupid desk from all the way out here.

I hate him. I hate him and his damn dimples too.

I hate you Daniel Metzgar.