“ Frank, we need to talk “. He’d been ignoring me pretty much all day. After my little melt down in the bathroom, I came here. Where he had told me to get on with the work he had tasked me to do , basically telling me to shut the f**k up. But enough was enough. My hand might be sweating and I might be shaking on the inside, but we had to address this. He slowly looks up from his paperwork. His facial expression already looks bored with the whole thing.
He sits back in his chair, throwing his pen onto the desk , he places his elbow on the chair's arm and places his fingers on his chin “ About ?” his eyes narrow. He was daring me, provoking me. He thought I wouldn’t. It was written all over his face like he already believed I’d chicken out. Clearing my throat and smoothing my hair down, I
