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What would Clay say if he found out that his asshole boss was his mystery alien?
There was one way to find out. I stared at my phone, wondering if I should just rip off the band aid now and tell him.
Honestly, I think you're the only thing keeping me sane right now... I hope you change your mind about meeting or sending a pic...
Then again...
Maybe I should try to make amends first. Who knew, maybe we would get along in person too if it wasn't just a boss/employee relationship.
My heart started to beat fast as I realized the choice had been made for me.
Clay wanted to meet. We already had.
He guessed thatMoreThanTheHornswas attractive. I knew he already thought his boss was sexy.
If I played this right, maybe he would give me a chance IRL too.
Chapter Five
CLAY
A short email suddenly popped up on my screen and the small note made my heart rate skyrocket.
Mr. Kort would like to have a meeting with you today at four-thirty.
Signed by his personal secretary.
“Shit,” I muttered and immediately pulled out my phone.
“You're glued to that thing lately,” Lloyd said glancing over at me from his screen. “Aren't you in enough trouble?”
“Doesn't matter,” I said heavily. “I don't think I'm going to be here for very long.”
I openedMoreThanTheHorns'chat because he had swiftly become my number one confidant.
Oh god, I'm about to get fired.
What makes you think that?
The boss wants a meeting with me later today.
Might not be anything bad. Don't worry.
You don't get it. This guy doesn't like me, and I don't like him. At the very least he's going to reem me out for being on my phone all day. He already threatened to dock my pay. Ugh... I should just leave now before I have to face him.
What? No... just stay strong. You're a big boy. You can handle this.
I rolled my eyes.
I was barely a big boy. I was five-foot-eight and had never grown out of wearing the cute colorful types of outfits my mom used to pick out for me when I was a kid. Whatever. He was still right.
Sighing, I set down my phone and tried to switch to work even though there was probably no point.
The hours dragged on and by the time I had to get to my feet and walk to my doom—aka, Mr. Kort's office—I was in a hell of a mood.
I wanted to go home and hide under my blankets, chat withMoreThanTheHornswhile I ate chocolate barsand wait for my severance payment to come through before I had to look for a new job.
Mr. Kort's secretary was a nice blond girl who always looked prim and proper andnervous.When I approached, she gave me a look that clearly said she didn't envy me.
