My Bossy Secretary
I must be tired that I fell asleep with my head on my table.
“Have you eaten dinner?” he asked again, reaching for my forehead and pressing his lips to stop himself from laughing as he took the sticky paper that got stuck on my skin. “Sky would surely agree to this note,” he chuckled, returning the paper to me.
I bit my lower lip, blushing at what I had written on the small sticky note.
My boss is an a**hole!
I scoffed. “Would I be reprimanded because of this?” I cleared my table, piled the folders, and took my bag from the file pedestal drawer.