Adika

I grimace as I wait for my computer to boot up. Even though Cesare's office door is closed, I can sense his presence in there, ready to pounce on any mistake I might have made. I'm sure there are emails waiting for me, but Dante had resisted making me come in at seven for Cesare while Hannah was on vacation. Little did he know that I'd walk into a mountain of pending work. It's only Wednesday morning, but I'm already yearning for Friday to arrive.

I've redone every report for Cesare twice, and once, all I had to do was change the font size. He's ruthless. I despise him....