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“Yo, Saff. You running out for Chinese today?” he asked, running his fingers through his hair. The hair I’d once longed to touch, but which I’d now like to set on fire.
I swallowed to keep from exploding. “Don’t I go out for the Chinese food every day?”
He recoiled. “Geez, you don’t have to get so touchy. It’s just that I’m really hungry.”
Asshole.
Ed poked his head around the corner and into her cube. “Oh, Tom, didn’t know you guys were in a meeting.”
Tom jumped to attention. “Oh, hey, boss. We’re not meeting. I was just, um, saying hi.”
Ed glanced at his watch. “Well, sorry to interrupt you guys, but I gotta be across town for a meeting in thirty minutes. Saffi, do you have a moment to come to my office?”
Without waiting for an answer, he turned to Tom. “And Tom, can you run out and get the Chinese food today?” Ed headed back to his office.
Tom stood with his mouth open. I did, too, to be honest. But with Ed quickly retreating into the distance, I grabbed my resignation letter and squeezed out of my cube.
I closed his office door behind us.
“Thanks for coming by, Saffi,” he said, gesturing toward a chair.
I swallowed hard. Was I going to be fired before I could even resign?
I held my envelope in both hands, picking at one of the corners. Ed had certainly read my draft by now, and I braced myself for the blow that was sure to come.
“So, I read your story.”
Would it be bad to just throw the letter at him and leave his office?
Instead, I nodded with my best small
but professional smile. “I hope you liked it.”
Dream on, girl.
He walked around his desk to perch on its corner. With crossed arms, he looked down and shook his head.
A lump built in my throat and my thoughts jumped ahead to what my next career move might be.
Do not cry in front of the boss. Do. Not. Cry.
“I have to say, your draft blew me away.”
“Huh?” Oh god. He hated it.
“It was fantastic.”
“Huh?” was all I could manage.
Was he messing with me? Because it sure seemed like it.
“I don’t get it.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “What’s not to get? The work you did was fantastic. Really, really top-notch.”
Good thing I was sitting down. I glanced around for a trash can in case I could no longer keep my stomach in check. “Are you serious? You’re not joking?”
He was fucking with me. I hated him. Mean, bad man.
