102 : Fucked Up

"I have to go." I said behind my hoarse throat, I stopped in front of Rhysand who was still sitting on his chair. It's already office hours, but he's still here, and I'm guessing that he's not doing companies work, but some other things. "My father is here, and he wants to see me."

Rhysand leaned against the head of his chair, only his white shirt remaining, and he folded his arms. Staring at me expressionlessly, and slightly indifferent. "Why are you asking permission?" he asked, his voice cold. "I don't really care."

My heart made a painful leap, but I pushed everything down, to the bottom of me so I couldn't show the pain on my face. I shrugged, and sighed. My heart didn't accept the change in his gesture for me, but my logic told me that this was a good thing, and had to be done. His cold demeanor is just what I need.

"I'm your assistant and I'll ask permission even if it's time to go home."

Rhysand didn't answer anything but nodded behind his cold face. I sighed, and nodded while