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"Dom!" I stood up, surprised to see him.
"Is everything ok?"
"I don't know. I-…" and then I couldn't help it. My eyes welled up with tears.
"Hey," he came up to me and pulled me into a hug. "What's up?"
Sniffling, I looked up at him. "I guess I should ask you that. I just heard you're leaving in a couple of weeks?"
He sighed. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I should have told you. I've been processing it myself, but the guys told logistics to keep things progressing nicely."
"The guys know? I guess everyone knows but me." Suddenly the self-pity overcame me and the tears started rolling down my face.
"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen that way. I've just been…" he trailed off. "I'm sorry, there's really no excuse. I should have told you."
"Why didn't you?" I sniffled.
"I guess I wasn't sure how to tell you because, well, it's a big deal."
"No shit. All the more reason to tell me."
"Again, I'm sorry. I guess I was focused on the logistics of everything since Dr. Al-Sawi told me everything was accelerating on his side of things."
"When did you find out?"
Again, another sigh. "A couple of days ago."
"Shit, Dominic."
"I'm sorry."
"Do I mean nothing to you? This just makes me feel like crap."
"I don't know what else to say except I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I went into work mode and just started planning."
Fuck him. I guess this is what I have to deal with when it comes to Dr. Dominic Harrington. I will always be second fiddle.
He must have seen the shift in my face and felt the energy in the room change. But I didn't care. He fucked up this time.
"Cal-"
"It's ok. It's ok. Did you want something?" I sat back down at my desk and put on my professional face. If he could treat me like "just" a colleague, I could do that, too. At least I knew my place in his life.
"I – uh – I wanted to tell you about a new project. But, maybe this isn't a good time. I can come back."
"No, go ahead." But I was pushing fire out of my eyes, and I knew he could feel the burn.
"Uh – well, how about we discuss this over supper after work tonight?"
The fucker.
"Actually, I have plans tonight." I'm not going to be at his beck and call just because it works for him.
He looked disappointed, but also it looked like he knew it was his own fucking fault.
"Coffee this afternoon?"
"Fine. I'm available at 2pm." He looked down, hesitating.
