Chapter 4To Milo’s relief, he arrived at work a little early, but later than he’d been arriving. Ellison glowered at him with a sour expression.
“I had a problem with my car,” Milo lied. “But it’s fine now. I’ll stay back if needed to finish anything, Mr Ellison.”
“I fully expect you will.” Ellison’s gaze then fixed on Milo’s shirt. “I don’t wish to hear how your…car issues, managed to affect your dressing. But I do not expect to see such a monstrosity on you again. Plain shirts in work, if you please.” With a loud sniff, Ellison turned away, dismissing Milo.
“Yes, Mr Ellison.” Milo took his cue and hurried into his office.
Fuck it all. I should have guessed plain would be the so-called uniform shirt here, but those bastards out there said there wasn’t one. I don’t fit here, and I don’
