My Boss Likes Blood

4. Do You Want A Break, Hudgens?

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I press the pulp of my finger as I look at my nail. Still pale.

Stupid tall and sexy parasite ended up drinking too much blood today. And now I feel like a sapling swaying in the wind.

Does he want me dead? Is that it?

I feel faint!

I look around for some candy, knowing very well that I am anemic and not hypoglycemic and so sugar really isn't going to help. But I futilely try anyway.

I need a break.

My phone beeps and I look over at it tiredly. It's a text from Harvey.

HARVEY: I take it that you have not even turned to your fridge yet?

Huh?

I grab my phone and type quickly.

ME: Whatever you mean, old man.

The reply comes within seconds. Harvey is the sort of guy who would sit through a whole conversation. The older generations really are the best.

HARVEY: I left a Post-it on the fridge door. Did you not see it?

ME: I might have missed it. But I did see the note on the pasta calling me thin.

HARVEY: Thank heavens, you actually open that thing. Given the condition of the fridge yesterday, I was wondering why you even keep it on.

ME: It was a busy week, old man. And I did my shopping yesterday. Except I have no space in my fridge to keep my stuff now.

HARVEY: Give it away to the needy, kid. I got you covered.

The intercom beeps to life. "Do you get paid to waste your time on your phone?"

I roll my eyes and press the call button. "Hey Logan, can you ask our legal advisor if I can sue my boss for literally draining out all my blood?"

I turn back to my phone.

"Someone's a b***h today."

I jump. The i***t is right in front of me.

He likes to use his powers in his space, which is why this floor does not have cameras. A very stupid idea, if you ask me, considering he is an important figure in the company and if something gets stolen from his office, it would be a big problem. But he is as adamant as hell. And anyone who knows him also knows that there is no use arguing with him on anything.

"Not enough oxygen going to the brain today," I mumble, going back to my phone. I don't want to keep my godfather waiting.

ME: Will do. So what was in the Post-it anyway?

"Are you ignoring me, Ms. Hudgens?" Logan's voice sound hella annoying today.

"I don't know, Mr. Miles. Did you do something wrong that I might ignore you?"

HARVEY: Going on a cruise with my new woman.

I sit up straight, my eyes wide. "WHAT?" I yell out loud as I type it in.

"What?" Logan is on the same side of my table in a nanosecond and like the privacy invader that he is, he has his nose in my phone.

"He has a chick?" He laughs, looking over at me mockingly. "And he did not tell you?"

"I know he is dating Shantelle, jeez!" I roll my eyes. "I am just a bit jealous because I want a vacation as well."

HARVEY: 15-day Caribbean cruise. A week from now. I will be back before you know it.

ME: Bring me back something. And ask Shantelle to choose. In your mind, I am twelve years old.

HARVEY: Will do, sunshine.

ME: See ya soon. Love you.

I put my phone down and look up at my boss, who is staring at me intently with that faraway illegible look on his face.

"Would you like something, Sir?" I ask him.

He does not say anything for a whole minute. He just stares at me.

"Do you want a break, Hudgens?" He asks, his face still unreadable.

"I would love that!" I get up immediately, grabbing my purse. I am craving steak.

"No." He puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me back down onto my chair, planting his butt on my table.

"Do you want a break from me?" He asks.

"From work?"

"No, from me."

"From the snacking?"

"No, ME."

I sit back in my chair, feeling my head spin. I was not lying when I said enough oxygen was not getting into my head.

I am too sleepy and unfocused and I seriously don't understand what this man is trying to say.

"Do you want a break from your boyfriend?"

The question takes me by surprise.

The thing is, I don't know what to really call our relationship. Never did. So when this asshole proclaims himself my boyfriend, it sort of feels surreal I guess.

Also, my brain is still not working.

Also, yeah, I did need a break from him.

He jumps off the table immediately, his face contorted in suppressed anger, making me wonder if I had said it out loud again or if he had taken my silence for a yes.

"Great. Have your break." He barks, making me flinch, and walks away.

What in the world is wrong with him?

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It's almost six. And not once has the intercom beeped. Nor has Logan appeared for his snack. Well, it's not like I would let him snack on me today - I am on the verge of passing out.

He is a drama queen and I seriously do not know what he actually wants from me, but I do know that I am too tired to deal with him right now, and also, I am worried about myself. Almost angry at myself, because despite how weak I felt, I still had not had my lunch. My entire meal course today consisted of candy, and of course the sandwiches I had for breakfast.

So maybe it is better that I take a break from my 'boyfriend' until I have enough blood in my body.

I take a sip of the water I had poured into my coffee mug earlier and then press the call button on the intercom.

"If you don't need anything else, may I take my leave?" I ask.

There is no response and I am ready to get up from my seat when the intercom buzzes.

"Clear my schedule for a luncheon with Millie Jacobs tomorrow." He says. "And reserve a table somewhere romantic."

Which brings me to the conclusion that Logan has some kind of a conscience and deliberately asked me if I wanted a break because he wanted a break so that he can take little miss world class violinist on a date.

I huff.

I type away on my laptop, trying to get a reservation at Carlton's.

"Your day is stuffed with meetings, none of which can be moved. And Carlton's open for a reservation seven in the evening tomorrow. So how about then?"

I get no response again.

I feel short of breath as I get up from my chair again, ready to go to his cabin to ask him what he wanted. But he is all dressed up as he comes out of his office, not sparing me a glance as he speed-walks into the elevator, purpose in his stride.

I plopped down on my chair again, this time feeling as though I might actually pass out, but I press send on the reservation. The asshole might not say anything now but he will probably have my head tomorrow if I have not booked the reservation.

Yesterday, I felt sad. I felt miserable. I felt like there is no use going on with this life of mine because it is just tragic and pathetic at this point.

And today, I feel miserable and sick. Exhausted and weak. As if I would die any moment.

I am actually waiting on a grim reaper to walk in at any moment now. If vampires can exist, then grim reapers aren't a long shot either, are they? I just hope they are as hot as Lee Dong Wook.

Wishful thinking.

But I need some sort of happiness in my life right? Or at least in my death?

I feel out of sorts. I feel whacky. What in the world am I thinking?

What is wrong with me?

I think I am going to puke.

Why is my world spinning?

I think I actually need a break. From life.

My table looks hella comfortable.

Well, it only looks comfortable.

Who turned off the lights?

Oh well...

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