~~PEYTON~~
It took Mr. CEO two good weeks to get back to the office. It's a cold Monday morning, and I'm standing at his desk, his coat in my hand, ready to welcome him back. The moment he steps in, a smile stretches across my face. But I immediately feel stupid for it—it's too wild, too eager—but I can't help it. My heart is pounding with relief. He seems okay, and the whole incident was under wraps, which means I can keep my job. All's good.
"Good morning, boss. Welcome back, and how are you..." I stop myself fast. I remember the cold fury he'd shown me, the way he'd slammed the car door in my face. He's not the type to appreciate overt concern or small talk. So let's make these early hours of the day a success.
"I'm sorry... shouldn't have asked," I mutter, but that's when it occurs
