Hearing My Boss’s Thoughts

Summary

Friday. A torrential downpour.

Cows seek shelter, horses head for the stables, but the corporate drones… we find a way to get to the office, no matter what.

I slid into the office right on time, swiping my keycard just as the boss, Kellan, walked by.

He shot me a look of displeasure.

It was probably my dripping umbrella, dirtying his pristine marble floors.

I managed to survive until quitting time, only for my supervisor to announce mandatory overtime.

Seething with resentment, I turned my head and saw him standing right behind me.

Kellan’s face was a perfect mask of indifference.