Silent Treatment

BASH

It’s been two days since the last time I heard from Trinity.

She’s been ignoring my calls and messages. My thought scattered. I’ve never been restless and anxious for the whole weekend. My sleep is deprived because of that kiss.

“Who are you?” My eyes narrow to the thirty-ish curvy woman with curly hair and bronze skin in front of me. She tries to open the door for me, and she has a folder in her hand.

“Good morning, Mr. Hughes. I’m Lindsey White. Your new PA,” she says, following me.

I slump my back dramatically into my chair, my hands clasped under my chin. The woman doesn’t walk in front of me, but she keeps staring at me inquisitively.

“Are you just gonna stare at me all day or you’re gonna do your job?” I’m being an ass, but I am not in a mood to exchange pleasantries.

She clears her throat. “I just talked with Ms. Kiara Mallory about—”

I raise my hand to stop her. Just someone me