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•15• Priscilla
My eyes are so blurred with tears when I rush out of Gerrard's office that I can't even see where I'm going. But at the end of the day, it's all my fault, isn't it?
I shouldn't have crossed my limit yesterday. I shouldn't have said what I said because Gerrard is not just some guy I met at a random cafe or something. He's my boss, for god's sake. The founder of such a successful brand. The face of young entrepreneurs all over the country.
And I thought a flirty, though honest, comment was going to sit well with him?
The fuck was I thinking?
It hurts the way he looked at me in his office, almost like it was painful
to look my way.I keep brisk walking down the corridor, without a thought of where I'm even going, just that I want to be far away from where Gerrard is.
'I don't want to see you in my room again'.
My face scrunches up so badly even as I try not to
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