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I knew it! The moment I entered this room, I knew he knew that I cried.

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

I have to think fast. I have only two options either work a month with him with zero reputation or just grab my stuff and leave this building so fast and never look back.

Wow! That seems like a nice plan.

Oh please, Ava! He just saw you crying. It isn't that much big of a deal.

How could my inner voice say such thing. I've already told this so many times, I hate crying.

When you cry in front of someone it's like you're asking for their sympathy and I don't need anyone's sympathy.

"Why would you say that?" I asked him trying my best to act like I really didn't cry.

He looked up from his laptop at me.

He opened his mouth to speak something.

And here comes the sympathy talk. Why am I even standing here anymore I should just run off from here.

He closed his mouth before saying anything and a puzzled look formed on his face.

"I guess I just said it without any reason." he said simply.

Oh, dear Lord! What the fuck? I swear if I wasn't in his office and he wasn't my boss I would've killed him with the moves Nathan taught me.

"Why would you say such a thing!" I clamored and I shouldn't have because it made the atmosphere weird and Mr. Aaron a little suspicious. 

"Calm down! You're acting like you really did cry." He stared at me with a slight chuckle.

"Well, I didn't." this time I was polite. I added, "because I don't cry at all."

"Every girl cry." he said resting his back on the chair. "Girls are sensitive like a flower"

"That's the fault with you guys. You think that guys are the strongest one's." I moved a little forward and raised my voice. Then I said pointing my finger at him, "Well, Sir, let me tell you that we girls are not weak."

"Don't point your finger at me!" He said sternly getting up from his chair.

I moved my finger down the moment he said. I remembered the last time he told me not to. What's up with him? It's just a finger it's not like I'm showing him a middle-finger.

"and I didn't say that girls are weak. They are just--- sensitive." he said moving a little closer.

"Oh! Sensitive! Let me tell you how sensitive I am." I said gritting my teeth as I clenched my fist into a ball and lunged a punch towards him.

This punch will tell him whose sentitive and whose not.

As I produced my punch towards him he held my wrist with his hand firmly.

He frowned and then smirked.

Smirking Jerk!

I moved my other punch towards him but he held the other wrist too.

But how? I trained so much!

He had now both this hands wrapped around my wrists. He pulled me towards him and my arms collided with his heavy chest.

He looked down at me, coming closer to my face.

I looked up at him and shot him with my deadly glare, but that didn't affect him at all.

He rasised his brow and said with a chuckle, "Is attacking your boss a normal thing for you?"

I yanked my arms and escaped from his hold.

"I'll be right next door, Sir, if you need me call me on that thingy like you did before." I said taking my things as I moved towards the door. 

"Thingy?" he smiled and said moving back to his desk, "You're weird!"

I, without looking back or replying, went back to my office.

God! He really is a pain in the ass.

I put my things on the desk.

I saw the button Mr. Aaron was telling me about and I pressed it making my walls blur. 

Thank God! Now, I won't be able to see him.

 I turned on the laptop and did some clarifications about the clients that were coming tomorrow.

Why didn't my punches worked? I was best at them and he just stopped me like it was no big deal.

Oh, god! Here I was thinking that I know so many moves and I'm done with my training.

I can't even hurt a simple guy.

Well, he's not simple. With those strong physique it seems like he's also trained.

I got up and moved to a space in my room which was quite free. I started punching and kicking in the air.

The buzzer rang and my training with air got disturbed.

Again! It's hardly thirty minutes. What does he need now?

I pressed the button and his voice came in through the speakers, "Miss Williams, this is an office not a training club."

What? He was seeing me.

I pressed a button that made the glass wall again visible. He was looking at me and was chuckling.

Oh, fuck!

I looked away and ran to the bathroom.

Could anything be more embarrassing? I looked at my reflection and my cheeks were red.

Oh, God!

Finally I gathered the courage to get out and thanks to dear lord he wasn't looking here.

This time I didn't blur the walls. At least this way I'll be able to see of he's seeing me or not.

I have to say this room is like a prison with twenty-four-seven surveillance camera looking at you.

No privacy! Ugh!

After that I continued working and tried hard to not do anything that can catch his attention and results in me losing my repute.

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I checked my phone and it was 3:02 PM. That means my break had started two minutes ago. I wasted my two minutes out of the total fifteen in this hell hole.

I got up to go outside and grab something to eat.

I will meet with Britney too. There's so much I want to tell her. She was also mad at me for not telling her what happened to me when I came in today. I couldn't tell her that I was confused about what Mr. Jr. said in the elevator. I promised her to tell her on lunch and now I'll tell her.

Should I tell Mr. Now Only Rude that I'm going out for lunch? I don't think there's a need to. I mean it's my break.

You should probably tell him, my inner voice advised. 

Yeah, I should because I don't know what might just happen if I don't.

Can't risk my job, can I?

I knocked on the door and on his approval, I entered the room.

"Sir, it is lunch time so I wanted to tell you that I'm going." I told him.

He was standing near his desk, checking some files.

"Why are you telling me?" he said looking at me with a confused look.

Perfect! Here I was being nice and telling him and he's asking me 'why I'm telling him?'

I shouldn't have told him. There was no need to. Now what I'm going to tell him.

Now I need to come up with a good pretext.

"I just wanted to ask you if you needed something to eat." I blurted out.

What? Why did I make such a lame excuse?

"That's very considerate of you." he said surprised and then asked, "What are you going to eat?"

"I might get a burger or salad." I told him and added, "There's a burger joint near and they have some real good stuff."

"Okay, then."

"So you want something to eat?" I questioned him for assurance and further asked, "So what should I bring for you?" 

Didn't you say before that you don't want to be his servant and now you're acting like one, my inner voice reminded me.  

'Well, I made a very poor excuse so I have to cope up with this.' I gritted my teeth at my inner voice.

"No, you don't need to bring it here." he said putting the file on the desk and opening the buttons of his coat, "I'll come with you."

"WHAT?" I clamored.

He looked at me, puzzled by my reaction.

"Shall we?" he came closer to me and gestured towards the door.

I opened the door for him before he could. He passed through the door and said with a smile, "Well thank you, Miss Williams."

I followed him to the elevator. 

Oh Lord! Why, why did I tell him about the yummy Burger Joint.

Didn't you know that no one can resist it.

Why I even asked him?  

Now my little break is going to get ruined all because of him.

Ugh!

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