"They both fucked up."

And you know, it worked. Five minutes later I was alone in the apartment. And that's when the brain turned off. The apartment was smashed to pieces. Shouted to the whole floor, even the neighbors were knocking. But they were also sent far and for a long time. Since then, I have not allowed women in my life beyond the bed.

Ashley.

After a couple of hours, the office door swings open and Sergio comes out. I pray to all the gods to forget about me and pass by. But either I pray in the wrong language, or all the gods are very busy, because my requests were not heard. This hot-blooded man, barely catching my eye, breaks into a smile and is about to dump another dump truck of compliments on me, as Mr. Barrett comes out after him. So Rodriguez just has to politely nod goodbye and leave the room.

Phew, one less man. Relaxing a little, I continue typing on the computer, but the boss is still standing in front of me and staring at me. Moreover, noticing that I do not pay attention to him, he comes up and leans his hip on my table, continuing to look searchingly. It's incredibly unnerving. I can't stand the first one.

- Something is wrong? I ask as politely and calmly as possible.

- What exactly did you not understand from what I said about tricks in the workplace?

“I understand perfectly, Mr. Barrett.

Also, why are you bringing this topic up again?

- Then bother to explain what it was near the printer?

We have to look away from the keyboard and turn completely to the boss.

- I just couldn't get the cartridge out, and Mr. Rodriguez helped me. That's all, - I shrug nonchalantly.

I thought that would be enough and the boss would go away. But my answer only angered him more. The hands that were previously on the hips are now folded on the chest, and the voice has acquired an icy note.

- In that case, here's another question for you: are you sure that this job suits you? What, next time you call the financial director when you need to staple the documents?

Ouch, that was rude. It’s unpleasant for me, and it’s tempting to throw a barb in response, but I just swallow silently. Especially since Barrett isn't waiting for an answer to his question.

- And by the way. About your appearance.

What's again? Now what's wrong?

- Bring back the pants. They were better.

Does he have PMS? The mood is like a swing. Selfish turkey! Give him his pants back!

Today, for the first time, I came before the authorities. And from this, the shoulders straighten themselves. That's it. At least once I was able to bypass it at least in something. Throwing my purse into the bottom drawer of the desk, I turn on the computer and, straightening up, I notice a bar of dark chocolate on the table. I turn it in my hands and note that I have never tried this before. Yeah, I've never seen it in a store.

Eh, I would gladly celebrate my small victory, but not with this sweetness, for which the word “sweetness” does not fit at all. 99% cocoa is crazy. Yes, maybe this chocolate bar is not for me, although it lies on my table. Therefore, I leave it lying on the corner of the table, as it was before my arrival. Although something tells me that this is another sign of attention from our commercial director.

When fifteen minutes later the general enters the reception, it is the chocolate that notices first of all, and only then me. Again evil. Does he ever smile at all?

- Good morning, Mr. Barrett, - I decided to say hello first. At least someone should have a sense of good taste.

- Kind. And I see you decided to treat yourself to sweets.

- Are you talking about this bitterness? I don't know who brought it. Rather, I guess. I came, she was already lying here. If you want, take it. I still don’t eat it, I prefer white.

Barrett doesn't answer me, just takes the tile and leaves the waiting room. Pretty soon returns, but without chocolate. But I feel in a famous place with a new portion of notations.

- Ms. Lewis, if you continue to see paraphernalia of the candy-bouquet period appear on your table, send it immediately to the trash.

Well, not notations, and thanks for that. Like it's my fault that his friend's pants are itchy! Sinister!

As if to confirm my thoughts, the boss so overwhelmed me with work that I barely made it home. And as soon as my head touched the pillow, I immediately fell into a dream.

It didn't get any easier the next day. Barrett seemed to be testing my body for strength: after how long I would collapse exhausted, begging him to fire me. Drive me through the floors like I'm a real sprinter. I practically did not use the elevator - it was too long to wait for it. Therefore, she ran up the stairs like a bunny. And as if on purpose, as soon as I returned from the accounting department, he sent me there again. Either he made a mistake in the text, then he put the seal in the wrong place. And which one of us is the big bum after that, huh?

Elementary, to find out from the guards if some reporter had come there, he sent me to ask personally. When asked why not make a phone call, I was rudely put in my place. He is the director, he decides. And my task is to unquestioningly fulfill orders.

And this nightmare continued for almost a week. Honestly, a couple of times the thought slipped through to send him and the whole company to all four sides and leave, effectively slamming the door. But common sense won out in me, after all, you need to live on something. And I pulled myself together, hoping for tomorrow. But nothing has changed. Tomorrow was becoming today, as crazy as the day before.