**Isa
For a man who low-key warned me to be professional at work, Callan was sure looking like a hypocrite. Every day it was something new, some problem, some miscommunication, some expectation that wasn’t met.
As it turned out, I had to pride myself on not murdering my boss for over a week. Everything I did, every report I turned in, every presentation I gave, EVERYTHING had “room for improvement.”
Of course, as a businesswoman, I knew that everything DOES have room for improvement. But, occasionally, a person likes to hear they did a good job.
“What, what is it THIS time?!” I finally snapped as I walked back into Callan’s office at Jeffery’s bidding. Callan’s office was becoming my second home. Pretty soon, I was going to pitch a tent in the conversation corner.
Callan raised an ey
