-Oliver-
Noon came too soon, and I hurried to Zayn’s office, breaking most of the road rules. Our companies were at least thirty minutes apart, and I prided myself on the reputation of always being ahead of time. When I finally parked my car, it was already a quarter past twelve, and I cursed under my nose.
„Well, well, well. Look who’s running late for the first time?”
Zayn’s comment greeted me when I opened his office doors. The fucker had a smug smile on his face as he pointed at the wristwatch on his left wrist smugly.
„The Mighty Ollie Goalie missed the spot.” He joked, but I stayed unfazed.
It wasn’t the first time he called me that. And I was irritated every time he did that in the past, but now it didn’t affect me. I sat in the chair in front of his desk and tossed the files J
