Samantha
I don’t know what has gotten up Dashawn’s a*s, but he has been a grumpy gus ever since the meeting ended. He had all of a sudden snapped out my name and told me to gather my things and follow him.
He then asked me to print out ten contracts that he said needed to be signed, but I didn’t see why because he wasn’t meeting with those clients until after the New Year, but whatever, I do as I’m told. But it was like he was trying to keep me busy. By four, he snapped and said we were done for the day.
“Do you have a bag packed or do I need to stop by your house?”
“No, I have a bag ready,” I said, holding up my travel bag.
“Good, let’s go, we’re wasting daylight.”
His long strides had me running behind him. I had my bag, my tablet and business phone, and the box of contracts he
