Chapter 14
It was a slow morning at the office.
The kind of morning that started with half an inbox of junk mail and the smell of someone else's burnt toast from the break room.
I had just sat down at my desk when William stepped out of his office, dark crisp suit, jaw set tight. His eyes flicked to me like always—brief, unreadable—but he didn't say a word.
It was getting more and more difficult to deny how frustrating William's hot and cold attitude was for me. I understood that he was my boss and he had to maintain some sort of professional boundaries and emphasize his authority, but there were times were he would behave so friendly and comfortable and then other times, he'd go straight back to ice king.
Pick a struggle, bro.
I shook my head, shooing the thoughts away as I clicked through the last of the crisis report files. Just as I was finishing up, I heard footsteps approach.
