June

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 ...