My Boss. Part 2

I stammered over my response, my knees shaking beneath the pencil skirt that was brand new in my attempt to appear more professional. This was it. I was about to get that verbal lashing. I knew it was coming and I watched as his mouth open in preparation for the words to pummel me.

“If you don't, that's fine. I have another project for you to complete,” he said while I tried to formulate my response.

“I'm sorry, sir,” I blurted. “I was so overwhelmed today with the Richard account and then Blanch called with the files from Tuesday and--”

Devon raised his hand, effectively silencing me. His features were soft under the dull office light and looked somewhat sympathetic, appearing to regard my apology as somewhat comical.

“You are a wonderful secretary and I want you to feel appreciated. Sometimes, you have to take your work home. There's nothing wrong about that. I do it all the time,” explained Devon, his eyes glittering with amusement.

“Thank you, Mr. B