All Chapters of My Nightmare Boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nia's POVThe days blurred into one another after that. Time no longer felt like something I had control over. The quiet thrum of the office, the constant hum of fluorescent lights, the ever-present smell of coffee — it all felt like a hazy dream I was just barely part of. Work was a distraction, a way to bury everything else deep enough inside so I wouldn’t have to think about it.But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Mr. Andrews. His touch, the cool disinterest in his eyes, the icy distance he had drawn between us like an impenetrable wall. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something inside me had been broken — not in the obvious, catastrophic way, but in a quiet, insidious manner that only grew louder with each passing day.I sat at my desk, staring at the spreadsheet in front of me, the numbers blurring into incomprehensible lines. A few weeks had passed since the incident. A few weeks where I had convinced myself that I had moved on. But I hadn’t. I

Nia's POVThe following days were a blur, but they felt different. The air seemed heavier, the silence between Mr. Andrews and me thicker than ever before. I told myself it was just the aftermath of that conversation, that it would fade with time. But it didn’t. If anything, the distance between us seemed more suffocating now than it had been before. He remained as cold as always, and I stayed just as distant, but there was an unspoken tension that both of us seemed to be unable to avoid.The strangest part was that even though things between us had changed, nothing about the office itself had shifted. The hum of the computers, the constant chatter of co-workers, the smell of coffee wafting through the air — it was all the same. Yet, every time I glanced in his direction, it felt like something was quietly, subtly, shifting beneath the surface.It wasn’t just the physical proximity. It was everything.I had been avoiding him since that day. I told myself that I should concentrate on w

Nia's POVThe shock on everyone’s faces I’m sure mirrored mine.“Anything else Mr. Henry?” my boss asked the man, whom I now know as Mr. Henry.He shook his clearly at a lost of words as I was. The guards continued to take the chairs everyone slowly rising to their feet as each of the guard passed around and true to his word only Mr. Andrews chair was left.“Ms. Richardson.” He called me to the stand before him. I looked up at him and watched as he nodded his head to the chair telling me to sit.Skeptical, as anyone would be, I stayed grounded in the same spot simply staring at him.He grunted placing his hand on the small of my back slowly guiding me to the chair, forcing me to sit down. I allowed him to still extremely uncomfortable with the situation and the position it put me in.“Shall we begin?” He asked after having me seated.There was a chorus of okays and yes’s following his question.Soon the meeting was in full swing. I was taking the minutes and making sure that I remember

Nia's POVMy head turned towards my phone confused at who would be calling. Picking it up from where it laid beside me, I looked at the caller ID to realize it was my boss.Claire peeped over at the phone.“What does he want? She asked after recognizing the name I had my boss saved under.“No idea.” I muttered putting the phone down ignoring the call.Claire looked at me suspiciously.“Where was I?” I asked rhetorically. “Right!” I exclaimed clapping my hands together like I just made the most amazing discovery of the world.“Claire I’m in trouble.” I started. She stayed quiet waiting on me to continue.I closed my eyes taking a deep breath.“I confessed to my boss.” I rushed out.The room was quiet. I slowly opened my eyes turning to look at Claire. Expecting her to have already had a huge reaction.Her mouth was hanging, her protruding out of her head. Her body completely.I slowly shook her watching as she gained control over her body.She grabbed my shoulders shaking them.“What t

Nia's POVHis body went stiff, his jaw tightening, caught off guard by what I said.He cleared his throat and turned to look at me. Peering into my eyes as if hoping to find my soul.“Repeat that.” He ordered.I kept his gaze and sneered at him. “Your fiancée called.” I repeated.He nodded and turned back to his work, but not before I saw the tick in his jaw from clear annoyance. Now I’m sure it couldn’t be from me because I have done nothing for him to be annoyed about. He looked at his monitor, fingers poised above the keyboard, but I knew he wasn’t typing a thing. His jaw ticked again. His expression smoothed into something unreadable, something polished. The same mask he wore in boardrooms and meetings where he didn’t care for the people in front of him.Without sparing me another glance, he picked up his phone and dialed. His voice, when it came, was low, controlled, and oh-so-fake.“Yes, darling. I’ll meet you at The Oak Room in an hour... Of course. Yes. I’m looking forward to