To Want You

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Now, do you see what I mean when I said he wants me to always be a call away twenty for seven?

That guy's annoying as heck I swear to god.

With an eye roll, I glide my hand down my outfit and crease out the invisible dents. I honestly don't understand why he's doing this.

After knocking three times, I automatically let myself in. The man in subject is sitting exactly where I expected him to be. With a stack of papers settled above his massive desk surrounding him like a bunch of haystacks on a truck. Does he never get tired looking at words? I know I even get tired of reading text messages sometimes.

"Is there anything you need, Sir?"

"Take this and proofread them for me." He says. Without sparing me a glance, he taps the end of the pen on a different stack of paper. I silently release a sigh under my breath before making my way to collect them. This is just it right? I hope it is.

"I'll be going then."

"Do them here."

I stop in my tracks and spare him a confused look. "I'm sorry?"

"There's a couch over there. I need those papers when you're done anyway."

I know there's a couch. I'm the one who suggested the previous boss get it since the last one was just so darn nasty. Abel should have seen what the office looked like before I brought up the idea to change a few things to our previous boss. Unfortunately, that didn't do too much in beautifying the place. He had a bad sense of color and not to mention style.

The tone of voice he's using indirectly tells me to shut up and listen.

My fingers fiddle against the sharp edge of the paper and my teeth grits on their own.

It may look like I'm overreacting, getting irritated just because of something so little as this but try putting yourself in my shoe.