Page 60 of His White Moonlight
He nodded, sat on the couch, and watched me expectantly.
Rolling my eyes, I sat next to him and grabbed my lunch along with the chopsticks.He opened his at the same time I opened mine and paused.Staying focused on my lunch, I didn’t let myself feel any glee or satisfaction—just annoyance.
“You didn’t spit in it,” he said.
I chewed my mouthful of rice and cucumber.When I swallowed that, I took another bite, making it clear I wasn’t going to answer him.
He looked down at his mixed-up box and started eating.
I finished first, dumped my garbage, then moved to take my laptop.He put his hand on top of it, stopping me.
“Lunch is an hour.Minimum.”
“Whatever,” I said, moving to sit in his office chair.
His jaw ticced.I wished I could make mine do the same.
“If you don’t like me sitting here, switch spots with me.I’ll take the couch.”
He stood, and I kept my word.Only, instead of sitting, I lay down and turned my back to him.
* * *
My neck was stiff,and I didn’t immediately remember where I was as I sat up and saw the shaded office windows.With a frown, I turned my head and found Bennett leaning back in his chair, watching me.
He seemed pretty relaxed for a change.
“What time is it?”I asked.
“Two.”
“Good.”I grabbed my laptop and left his office, making sure to remove the “knock and die” Post-it note from the door after I closed it.
I’d barely settled into my chair when one of the office girls peeked around the corner.
“What do you do in there for two hours?”she asked.
“Me?As little as possible.If you have any tips on how else to get fired, let me know.”
She gave me a surprised look.“Why would you want to get fired?”
“Do you honestly think I asked for this job?I wasn’t given a choice.I’m never given a choice.I’m told where to go and what to do.Do you know I picked out my own clothes for the first time this weekend?So, by all means, figure out a way for me to get fired, and I’ll leave this desk so all of you can be someone else’s pain in the ass because I don’t need it!”
The blinds suddenly opened.
I spun around, flipped Bennett off, and left my desk.
Every word I’d spoken was the truth, but I didn’t really care as much as I’d portrayed.I’d purposefully gotten myself worked up so everyone would smell my anger and realize I wasn’t the actual stepping stone in their path to Bennett.He was.
Bullies tended to give up once they no longer had a reason to bully.Unfortunately, sometimes the reason was a personal grudge.Those never went away.
After using the bathroom, I returned to my desk and found a piece of chocolate on it.I picked it up, looking at it closely.It didn’t appear that it’d been unwrapped already, but that didn’t mean anything.I’d been fed laxatives once under the guise of friendship and learned the hard way not to trust gifts from frenemies.
I glanced at the door to the office suite, but no one was there.When I glanced at the office window, Bennett was standing in front of the couch, watching me.I gestured to the chocolate then to him.He nodded.
That he’d left a piece of chocolate for me after I’d flipped him off confused me.Was it a peace offering?
At least, if it was from Bennett, I knew it wouldn’t be a laxative.Well, it shouldn’t be, but if it were, I would be able to leave early.So I unwrapped it and stuck it into my mouth.It started melting almost immediately and was so damn good.
