Alisa
Drey finished his meeting after a few hours. By the time he came back to the office, it was way past closing hours, and almost everyone had gone home. I didn't notice how much time had passed because I was also busy with the tasks he had given me.
He walked in with his tie hanging loose around his neck and his perfectly combed hair now tousled. It was clear he had run his hands through it several times. Although I was still upset over our last conversation, a part of me felt sad that I could not do anything to help him feel better. He removed his suit jacket and hung it, then plopped on the chair.
"Your meeting went well?" I asked, desperate to end the silence
"I told you office work is none of your business," He growled. Clearly, he was going to be an asshole even when
