The CEO'S favorite

ime and yo

revious day play in my head repeatedly

nd I ended up running into my boss. The glare he sent me was

he knew said excuse, he still want

from retorting. I needed my job as it was what I lived on. What we both li

wanted it so. He enjoyed embarrassing me. Fighting back the not-so-nice words threatening to escape my m

n if I knew he was actually checking me out. Subtly, for o

anage to knock off a vase that shatters to the ground. Groaning,

ng sound of my ringtone, just as I am about

ile just to listen to my favorite song, but right now, it is just irritating. It

ther, my friend and colleague, and I pic

y predicament. "What your ass. I'm not the re

d you're keeping me he

call out for me to wait. "Don't forg

s is the least of my worries right now. I have a job to save. I don't know how hard it is to find a job be

was planning on taking with me yesterday but forgot to this mo

s I quickly sweep off the pieces that had fallen on the floor, not wanting Lucas

the door. I glance at my watch, hasten

nting him to pick up curse words at an early age. He has a habit of imitating me. H

hoes! I'm a

done. Can we go now?" His sheepish look makes me narrow my eyes at him. I already know he has done something wrong

be fucking

s him gulp. He insisted on eating inside his room

ault. I was pa

e bowl with you. You're eating in the car." I barely see his jaw drop before I'm tur

otsteps behind me and I breathe in relief wh

elevator. Instead, we take the stairs. I am tempted to take two

or and place my bag in it,

, ba

t to put my home

aus

in. Bre

ven-forty-one. My work starts

e to your son's school is fifteen minutes,

ergency if I get pulled over, I finally answer him. "Sit in the lobby

frantically at my deadly tone. He knows we were late, and he know

ess than two minutes, grabbing two bottles of water on the way back. When I re

ereal didn't get stuck somewhere with how fast he

ake out way outside, back to my car. I start the car as

're going

unds afraid and I don't blame him for being scared of fast-dri

hem this morning, especially not when I am driving. I don't want to get distrac

as hoping for ten. "Have a nice day, honey!" I call

alls out withou

other's affection. My throat almost closes up at the thought. I wish I have my mother's affe

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ol and a trip of seven minutes takes only four. I am honestly surprised I didn

ed, which means I have to drive around to the back and hope that there are still spots there.

I quickly maneuver through the many already packed cars. I unbuckle m

it is necessary if I don't want to get fired. Only looking for a s

rs, I am out of breath. I stand there, allowing myself to

my screen. They are words I'm dreading. The same words I was trying to

coming in. Y