any different than normal, a good sign that she probably wasn't out of her job.
She was relieved, but also perplexed. Any normal boss would have fired one of their employees for such a breach of trust and poor judgment.
It might be coming yet, she told herself as she filled up her coffee at the coffee machine that sat on a refreshment table at the back of the cubicle room. He could have been too embarrassed and scramble-brained to tell me at that moment.
But for some reason, that theory did not jive with Julie.
It was almost lunch time when one of her co-workers, Cindy Coleman, a ditzy blonde with platinum highlights that was skinny as a toothpick, came up to her desk, a stack of papers in her hands.
She was dressed in a black skirt, a white blouse with flowers on it, complete with white heels.
"The boss wants to see you," Cindy informed her, her blue eye shadow screaming that she was cheap.
A tremor went through Julie's hands. "I was about to go to lunch."
Cindy gripped her papers tightly and bent over Julie's desk. "Tristan said he wants to see you right God Damn now." She made her eyes go large; looking like the insane psycho she probably was behind closed doors.
Julie groaned. There was no escaping this one.
See? I knew I was right, she thought with despair. Now, he's going to fire me so he can humiliate me in front of the whole damn office.
When Cindy had widened her eyes several more notches to get her point across, she nodded at Tristan's office and then walked off, switching her bony ass with each step.
Sighing, Julie put away the work she had been working on before crazy had come calling and made her way to Tristan's office filled with dread.
At his door, she smoothed her dress, a white polka dot number that was chaste in comparison to the red dress she had on Friday night, took a deep breath, and then placed her hand on the handle. Then she stuck her head in quickly before she lost the courage.
"You wanted to see me?"
Tristan looked up from his computer. Damn , Julie had to admit he looked extra hot. His blonde hair was slicked back as usual, and his tie was loosened at the neck, his coat draped over the back of his seat. His strong jaws, broad shoulders, serious look...all gave him the look of a powerful man, which is why, Julie supposed, she was so damn attracted to him.
"Yeah," Tristan replied. His eyes seemed to search her curvy figure before he nodded at the seat across from his desk. "Have a seat, Miss Love."
Slowly, she made her way over to the seat and sank down onto the cushion, her heart hammering in her ears. It took only a second before her nose twitched. It was the spicy cologne Tristan had on the other night. This time it reminded her of the wilderness.
Trying not to look frightened, she clasped her hands on her lap and braced herself for the scathing dismissal.
Instead, she was surprised when Tristan announced, "I have something for you." He produced an envelope from a drawer in his desk and slid it across the polished wood.
Julie glanced wearily at the envelope as if it held a demon inside. "What's this?"
Probably a dismissal letter, Julie thought in terror. It wouldn't surprise her one bit if it was.
"Just open it," Tristan growled.
"Okay," Julie said quickly, not wanting him to explode.
Tristan was so damn testy. It had to be a firing letter. He just wanted to see the look on her face when she read it. The sadistic bastard.
She slowly opened the envelope, dreading what she might see. Surprisingly, it was a beautiful pink and white card that looked like it was purchased from Hallmark. Her jaw dropped when she opened it and read the words.
I am very sorry, Julie. Will you please forgive me? I'll do anything to make it up to you.
-Tristan
Julie looked up from the card at her boss suspiciously. "Is this some sort of a joke?" Tristan Carver simply just did not apologize, especially, when his employee had done something wrong. Something definitely was not right
She was relieved, but also perplexed. Any normal boss would have fired one of their employees for such a breach of trust and poor judgment.
It might be coming yet, she told herself as she filled up her coffee at the coffee machine that sat on a refreshment table at the back of the cubicle room. He could have been too embarrassed and scramble-brained to tell me at that moment.
But for some reason, that theory did not jive with Julie.
It was almost lunch time when one of her co-workers, Cindy Coleman, a ditzy blonde with platinum highlights that was skinny as a toothpick, came up to her desk, a stack of papers in her hands.
She was dressed in a black skirt, a white blouse with flowers on it, complete with white heels.
"The boss wants to see you," Cindy informed her, her blue eye shadow screaming that she was cheap.
A tremor went through Julie's hands. "I was about to go to lunch."
Cindy gripped her papers tightly and bent over Julie's desk. "Tristan said he wants to see you right God Damn now." She made her eyes go large; looking like the insane psycho she probably was behind closed doors.
Julie groaned. There was no escaping this one.
See? I knew I was right, she thought with despair. Now, he's going to fire me so he can humiliate me in front of the whole damn office.
When Cindy had widened her eyes several more notches to get her point across, she nodded at Tristan's office and then walked off, switching her bony ass with each step.
Sighing, Julie put away the work she had been working on before crazy had come calling and made her way to Tristan's office filled with dread.
At his door, she smoothed her dress, a white polka dot number that was chaste in comparison to the red dress she had on Friday night, took a deep breath, and then placed her hand on the handle. Then she stuck her head in quickly before she lost the courage.
"You wanted to see me?"
Tristan looked up from his computer. Damn , Julie had to admit he looked extra hot. His blonde hair was slicked back as usual, and his tie was loosened at the neck, his coat draped over the back of his seat. His strong jaws, broad shoulders, serious look...all gave him the look of a powerful man, which is why, Julie supposed, she was so damn attracted to him.
"Yeah," Tristan replied. His eyes seemed to search her curvy figure before he nodded at the seat across from his desk. "Have a seat, Miss Love."
Slowly, she made her way over to the seat and sank down onto the cushion, her heart hammering in her ears. It took only a second before her nose twitched. It was the spicy cologne Tristan had on the other night. This time it reminded her of the wilderness.
Trying not to look frightened, she clasped her hands on her lap and braced herself for the scathing dismissal.
Instead, she was surprised when Tristan announced, "I have something for you." He produced an envelope from a drawer in his desk and slid it across the polished wood.
Julie glanced wearily at the envelope as if it held a demon inside. "What's this?"
Probably a dismissal letter, Julie thought in terror. It wouldn't surprise her one bit if it was.
"Just open it," Tristan growled.
"Okay," Julie said quickly, not wanting him to explode.
Tristan was so damn testy. It had to be a firing letter. He just wanted to see the look on her face when she read it. The sadistic bastard.
She slowly opened the envelope, dreading what she might see. Surprisingly, it was a beautiful pink and white card that looked like it was purchased from Hallmark. Her jaw dropped when she opened it and read the words.
I am very sorry, Julie. Will you please forgive me? I'll do anything to make it up to you.
-Tristan
Julie looked up from the card at her boss suspiciously. "Is this some sort of a joke?" Tristan Carver simply just did not apologize, especially, when his employee had done something wrong. Something definitely was not right
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