Page 3 of Matched with my Alien Boss
Sighing, I tried to push the accountant from my thoughts and turned on my computer.
“'You were late too,'” I mumbled under my breath in a mocking tone. “Yeah, well, I'm the boss. I make my own hours!”
There was a quick knock and then the glass door to my office opened. My receptionist peeked inside, took one look at the cranky look on my face and nearly backed back out again.
“What is it?” I asked tiredly.
“I have some forms for you to sign,” she said uneasily.
“Well bring them in then. Don't just stand there.”
She came in like I had a gun pointed at her and shifted from foot to foot while I looked over the papers I'd been expecting before signing them and handing them back.
“I'll fax them straight over,” she said and practically ran.
I shook my head, watching the blinds shake back and forth from the force of her shutting the door too fast.
This wasn't going to work.
Cara was young, but she had plenty of experience. She had seemed like the best candidate but since hiring her just over a month ago, she'd yet to get used to my appearance. According to my business partner Bill, she was scared of me. Many people were. It wasn't my fault that we Kreots happened to resemble what humans had designed as the devil's look. I had horns, a spiked tail, forked tongue. Luckily, I didn't have hooves or people would run screaming. You'd think being green would be enough of a reminder that I was just a run of the mill alien, but no, put me in a business suit and that made it even worse.
With another heavy sigh, I went back to work.
I stayed in my office for the day. There was a lot to do, plenty of phone calls and emails to attend to and burying myself in my work was how I kept myself sane.
I didn't even realize that I was still working past business hours until Bill called at six pm.
“Hey Buddy,” he said in greeting. “Where are you? I'm heading to the Gastown Bistro if you want to join.”
I leaned back in my chair, looking at the time, then the email I was halfway through writing.
“Actually, I'm still at the office, there are a couple more things I have to do?—.”
“Uh oh, I sense a slump coming.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I'm not in a slump.”
“Alright, prove it by leaving work only an hour late and coming out for drinks with your friend.”
Sighing, I shut down my computer.
“I'll be there in fifteen minutes.”
“Great. See ya.”
Bill hung up, leaving me to grudgingly get up to meet him.
He was already sitting at the bar when I arrived, enjoying the hockey game while he finished a pint.
Bill was a big guy and an alien too, but no one really noticed that about him. After all, he was a shapeshifter and for the most part, remained in his human form. You would have to be looking closely to catch the thin silver marks on his temples just by the hairline and they were the only giveaway.
“You're right,” I said in greeting. “I'm in a slump.”
He glanced over, grinning.
“Aha! I knew it!”
