Missy

"What did you just call me?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. His concern faded as he looked at me with surprise and regret.

Someone knocked at the door. "Sir, I brought all the food you requested."

"You can come in, Katie," he ordered.

The door opened, and his secretary entered. He was carrying a lot of food. One person cannot consume that.

"Leave it on the center table, and you may leave after," he told her secretary. He followed him. Various foods were laid out. I can't see anything, but it's from well-known restaurants here in Canada.

The man still didn't stop asking after leaving Ms. Cobb in the office.

"Does he always hurt you?" His jaw tightened, as did his fist on the table.

"Why don't you just leave him alone?"

Why would I answer all his personal questions? Does my work now include my personal life? I looked at his face; its dark expression only brought discomfort to my seat.

"Sir, should I go and start working? I'm sure you're busy all day," I said.

"Get your bre