#Chapter8
/"Sorry Mr. Ca … Jake … I didn’t see you there … Is there something I can do for you?/" my voice is all over the place in my floundering panic. Heart thundering through my chest at a rate of knots as I dissolve into bumbling incompetence.
How did I not realize that my boss is hovering by my desk?
I’m supposed to be constantly aware and attentive to his every demand; this is such a faux pas on my part. I’m on my feet trying to plaster on my most friendly and efficient smile. I’m breathless. It’s the fright he gave me; I’m flustered and trying to recover quickly. Body trembling with the shock I gave myself noticing his presence.
/"Emma …/" He too seems at a loss for words, looking at me peculiarly. An uneasiness to his expression.
/"I was coming to give you these … You look different!/" His face is unreadable. I can’t even say what it is … I remember my hair’s down and flush because I’m not prepared; overwhelmingly vulnerable and I falter.
