Marrissa's point of view
I tried my best to avoid Morgan all through the day. I only went into his office when I knew he wasn't alone and left immediately. I was done.
And funny, he maintained his lane too. Maybe he got the memo; I wasn't one to be intimidated or messed with.
“Who are you kidding, Marissa?” my inner mind said, but truth be told, I was grateful he didn't bother me, maybe he is a gentleman after all.
By closing hours, I was super excited, I still had my job, and my boss didn't murder me as I expected.
I danced as I got ready to go home. Putting my things together, I began to sing my favorite song. After making sure everything was in order, I walked out of my office, ready to go home.
“Where do you think you are going?” a voice stopped me.
I turned around, and it was Morgan, my boss, he was leaning on a table, looking at me with cold eyes.
“I guess the rich don't forgive after all," I whispered to myself.
“Should I be worried you are going deaf?” Morgan asked.
“No…..not
