Page 62 of My Boss

Good. I’ll go there for the sake of sanity, have dinner and get home as soon as possible. Fortunately, I missed the beginning. There’s nothing more off-putting than fake wishes and insincere kisses, and on a day like this.

“Let’s say someone is waiting,” I reply to Jan and enter the elevator. “How about you?”

A grimace flashes across his face, as if he got a carp bone stuck in his throat.

“Have you finished the report?” he changes the subject. I think I hit a sensitive spot.

“The one that was completing itself while you were fucking me?” I respond, as if this was a joke.

But Jan is not smiling. Not even a corner of his mouth twitches, not even an eyelid blinks.

“You said it would be ready today. I’m counting on you to keep your word,” he declares with his relentless boss tone and pushes a button on the panel.

My eyes get big as saucers. Good Lord, he’s not kidding. What a dork!

“Are you serious?”

“And am I giving you the impression that I am not?”

The number 33 is displayed on the illuminated dial. The elevator moves up, and I feel like strangling this fucker with my bare hands.

“Jan, it’s not even an option for me to finish it today. I’m going to my family for Christmas Eve. The report is almost ready, I just need to add some charts.”

“So go and add them, and then go to your Christmas Eve supper.”

“No,” I reply firmly. “You should be happy at all that I did not take a personal day today, but came to the office and did most of the work.”

“You have already used up all your personal days this year, Maria,” he replies dispassionately. “Like all the other days off you were entitled to. Three in March, six in May and seventeen in July.”

I gnash my teeth. The fucking HR robot and his memory!

“Do you remember the vacation schedule of all your employees or was I the only one who got granted that honor?”

He’s silent, and it’s making me so annoyed that I’m boiling all over inside. Not only am I late for this friggin’ Christmas Eve, but this, this… foul-mouthed bossobot is giving me problems.

I feel like telling him straight to his face what I think of him. And that’s what I do. I stand in front of him and speak in a harsh tone:

“You are an inconceivable egotist,” I screech out in a voice full of anger. “I may have had the best orgasms of my life with you today, but it was just sex. Stripped of feelings, an animalistic fuck that could have been given to me by any other guy in the office.”

A muscle twitches on his clenched jaw. He doesn’t look at me, staring coolly at the elevator door.

What a nerve. He could at least look politely at me when I speak to him!

“You are as cold as a fish in a cemetery pond,” I rant angrily. “And as dry as the ashes of a dead man in an urn. There is not even a shred of human feeling in you.” My buzz increases with every word. “Tell me, what kind of servile, insolent type, selfish asshole do you have to be to go off with a text about work duties on Christmas Eve, and to a person you were banging less than half an hour ago!” I raise my voice and point my index finger at Jan. “You are a jerk. I don’t like you. I dislike you so much that after I leave this damn elevator, I’m never going to speak to you again. I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to know you. Do you get it?”

Silence. Coldness. Indifference. Impassiveness. Insolence.

Jan is just standing like a statue and looking straight ahead, as if I wasn’t even here. Uhh, this is the height of insolence.

“Fuck, Jan, I’m talking to you and you don’t give a damn. Speak up.”

All I get is silence and no eye contact. And I am losing it. I lower my head. No, it doesn’t make sense.

“You are the most obnoxious man I have ever met, and you make me feel hurt!” I fix my gaze on him, but he still does not bother to look back at me. “Even my parents, who consider meworth an absolute zero, are angels of kindness and respect next to you. They at least are honest with me and I know what to expect from them, while you treated me like a common whore,” I add bitterly. I rode him hard, so be it. I have nothing left to lose, except my job. “Have a wonderful Christmas, Jan. May you get what you really deserve.”

Meaning a fucking rod with spikes up the ass, I add in my mind, then move as far away from him as possible.

I look at my reflection in the mirror. In my eyes burn anger, bitterness, but also sadness and disappointment.

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