Chapter 23. Displaced Feeling

June POV

Clarity?

Huh. I want clarity, don’t I?

Then why the hell am I sitting at my desk this morning instead of walking into his office and demanding the answers I need?

I glance at his door. The blinds are shut. I can’t see shit.

He said he doesn’t want to be disturbed—and banned me from bringing him coffee.

“Maybe if I remove this from your workload, you’ll handle the others more efficiently,” he’d said, not even bothering to look me in the eye.

Yeah. I notice every slightest things when it comes to him, and trust me, now, I hate that I do.

“Jeez, Miss Alex. What happened to your face? You look like a panda,” Sarah says, cutting through my thoughts.

You bet, it’s her. The one coworker I’ve never liked.

I force a tight smile. “I was actually working late for the company, so naturally I couldn’t sleep.”

Working? Please.

More like thinking myself in circles all night.

“Oh, I didn’t know. You should