I bit my pen while staring blankly at my computer screen, the cursor blinking at me like it knew I was useless.
My brain was not here. It was somewhere far, far away replaying the same sentence like a broken record:
"I wanna talk to you about something."
Mr Jeon's voice from earlier was still ringing in my head like one of those annoying ringtones you can't un-hear.
What does he even wanna talk about?!
Why is he suddenly acting so… weird?!
No, Mira, don't you dare fall for it.
It's obviously a trap.
The man's either planning to fire me, sue me, or sell me to some shady business partner in exchange for office furniture.
But still…
Should I wait for him after work or…?
Wait—what kind of dilemma is this?! Why am I even debating it?!
You don't meet your terrifying, possibly soul-stealing boss after hours unless you're getting overtime pay or free food. And spoiler alert: neither is happening.
'No. I am definitely NOT staying back.' I thought to myself.
