I turned towards him, trying as much as possible not to maintain eye contact because I couldn't trust my mouth; it itched to ask the questions which troubled my mind. He asked of my opinion about his new secretary and I didn't see why he was asking now. Would he fire her if I didn't like her?
"Nothing, it's the best thing to do. You don't have a choice," I said, trying not to sound jealous and bothered.
The only reason I'm bothered is that I didn't have an emergency meeting when I was new here, so why is she getting better treatment?
"Great," he said.
Please return to your seat and let me go.
He stood there saying nothing; I knew he was looking at me because I could feel it.
"Look at me." he said the words I dreaded the most.
