Julian’s gaze swept the room, his face impassive. But I could tell by the slight relaxation of his brow that he was pleased with my work.
“Why are you still here?” he asked.
Taking a deep breath, I replied carefully, “Mr. Grey, I took care of you all night. I’m not feeling great today. May I take a day to rest at home?”
Julian nodded. “Sure. Take a sick day. But you’ll get a pay cut for it.”
My hands curled into fists as I fought the urge to throttle him.
Screw you, Julian Grey!
That day, Julian Grey seemed to dislike me even more than usual. He bossed me around mercilessly.
“The data in this report for the meeting needs to be detailed and accurate,” he demanded.
So, I spent hours adding more data to the report. Then, he reviewed it and snapped, “This is too long. I wanted something concise.”
I couldn’t help but wonder if Julian had learned English from a math teacher. Did he not realize that “detailed” and “concise” were practically opposites?
I would’ve loved to see him produce a detailed yet concise report himself.
After editing and re-editing the report multiple times, Julian finally nodded, pointed to my very first draft, and said, “Copy this. It’s not perfect, but it’ll do.”