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''l'm sorry for how I reacted to your story earlier. I mean, I know it's really wrong, and I hope we get back on track soon."

There was silence, he looked up, carefully running his eyes over my body. He then turned back to his phone.

"Okay." He finally said. I was confused.

"Okay, what?."

"We'll talk." He responded. I sighed out, relieved that he wasn't stressing me at all. But firstly, let's go find something to eat. "Can you come down for dinner?" I asked.

"I'm not hungry," he stated flatly. I blinked, disappointed in myself that I cared to ask, "I take it that you're not cool with me. Please don't act like you are," I told him in a blatant manner.

"Just cut the chit-chat and get out of my room." He ordered coldly.

Silence descended between us. I wasn't going to let this go. If this is the way he treats his other employees, then he's a fool to think I would back down.

I fold my hands under my breasts in anger, "How do you think I'm gonna cope with you when you act lik