Page 28 of Insufferable Boss

“An argument?” I asked, and he shrugged.

“He’s too fucking uptight. The company’s doing well so why will a measly percentage in payout increase do? Stingy fucker.”

I no longer wanted to speak about this and had a team to touch base with, so I gathered the files on my desk and moved to switch on my computer.

“That’s it then?” he asked and I replied.

“Yup, I have to get back to work.”

“You’re still not going to tell me how he got you to come here?”

I considered this and refused.

“Nope. Attend the next meeting and you’ll find out.”

“I've been fired,” he said. “How exactly am I supposed to attend?”

“You're accepting that? You’re not fighting back?”

He glared at me and then he rose to his feet.

“Glad to have you back Sis,” he said in the driest tone in existence. “I’m elated.”

I ignored him and went back to work.

Thankfully, his visit brought me back to reality, ensuring that I understood that I was quickly distracted. So, I was able to completely focus, even meeting with the team that had been researching towards this division for a bit, as Kane had informed me. However, afterwards, what I realized was that there was no division or standing. I wasn't yet employed here.

I had every right to be with the company. It was all blurry, and by evening time, I had a headache. Mostly because I had forced the possibilities for building the scents division, but also because I needed to speak to him once again about my status in the company and what exactly I was to be working towards.

Calling him was unsavory, given the prior experience of doing so and going over to his office. There was no way to prove that I was just asking for it. And so, I sighed and picked up my phone to call someone else. She answered immediately, almost as though she'd been waiting for me to contact her.

“Twice in one day,” she said. “That’s a new record.”

I leaned against the chair. Then I turned around to look at the gorgeous sunset seen over the skyline of the city.

“Don’t make it weird,” I said. “I'm already uncomfortable as it is.”

“Alright,” she said. “What's the update?”

Wanting to talk yet not quite wanting to.

“How was class today?” I asked her.

She stopped for a moment, and then she laughed.

“Alright, let's say you need to talk about something else before you warm up into what you actually want to say, but just so you know, I am incredibly curious.”

I smiled, and she went on, talking about the cutest kid that was beginning to top the others.

“I was so surprised when he came up to me and offered his juice pack,” she said. “He’s never done that before. Never even considered it. Children are just so moldable; it’s amazing.”

I was happy at her report and wanted to hear more; however, she stopped me.

“Nope, that's enough,” she said.

“Knowing you're still at work, you better spill now. I have a feeling you just called me to be some sort of band-aid, but no, let's go deeper. What's happening, or rather, what happened?”

I sighed, and then I responded.

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