The CEO and me
His comforter was pulled all the way up, covering his head.
"Jim, you're gonna be late. Wake up."
He shifted under the covers for a moment. Sighing, I pulled the covers in one movement, only to gasp at the sight that greeted me.
"Oh my God, Jim! What happened?!"
Jim cracked his eyes open. Well, more like one eye. The other one was swollen shut, a sickly purple color. The rest of his face was in no better state. His lip was busted, bruises decorated his jaw and cheekbone, and there was a shallow cut running through the side of his left brow.
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