I'm f**ked.
It's my boss.
The wall I ran into is my boss.
The angel, or whoever is in charge of my luck today, is doing an extremely shitty job.
Mr. Jaden stood still with his hand tucked in his pocket. "I'm so sorry, Sir," I panted, trying to catch my breath and form a coherent apology. "I... I was late and… the elevator..."
He raised his hand, shutting me up instantly.
His guards forcely pushed me aside, making way for him.
Did I really just tell my boss I was late on my first week? Why didn't he say anything or lash out on me? I definitely f**ked up this time. I watched him before I continued heading to the conference room.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. My palms were clammy, and I wiped them on my skirt as I walked.
How could I have been so care
