My Bossy Secretary
I breathed out, hoping she would look at me because I hated to see my girlfriend’s face in her but looking unhappy.
“I’m sorry, but everything you said is true. Let’s just forget about it, okay? Who cares about Superman and Iron Man when they’re not even real,” I uttered in annoyance.
“You’re right.” She nodded quietly. “Here are the files you needed. If you need anything else, I’d be on my table.”
“How can I make it up to you?” I asked, stopping her from opening the door.
She turned to me and shook her head. “You’re my boss, and I crossed the line when I insisted there was nothing good in you when you have been considerate with me since I started working with you.”