Avoid

Dahlia’s POV

I am so much annoyed at the moment. Call me mean and all, yes, I’ll accept it. But I much regret Klaus starting to talk to me. I almost thought he was a gentleman but this whole office mess shows how much of a bossy jerk he is. All my feelings of guilt of picking on him regardless of his medical condition started to fade away as I began working with him after school.

He not-so-bluntly kept hinting on how the mood board I created wasn’t great. In the office, all of a sudden, he began to call the shots, ordering me around to do this and that. It was so infuriating I could tear his hair out. What got me so angry was when he ordered me to sit and work on a better mood board. I mean, this statement totally made me feel like a dog, yes, a dog.

Well, I decided to play along for a while. I sat just as he had ordered and took out my tablet to play a game because I wasn’t ready to spend any of my time on something that wasn’t going to be appreciated by this snob anyway. Does he even realize that he’s the reason that I’m in this mess?

After some minutes when the snob was done clearing the book shelf, he walked over to me to see my new mood board. The look on his face was epic when he saw that I was gaming the whole time, not even trying to alter the mood board I created earlier in the day.

He probably couldn’t believe his eyes so he demanded to see the new mood board he asked me to do. This is what set me off, making me lose my cool.

“What exactly do you think you are?! Since you hate the first one so much, fix it yourself, boss!”, I yelled at him.

The bossy snob stood there, looking at me in a relaxed manner which made me want to really slap him in the face.

“Ruined objects in this room need to be replaced but the only thing that needs fixing here is your attitude.”, he breathed out, grabbed his bag and walked out of the office.

At this point, I felt a sharp and icy pain in my heart. Klaus was definitely wrong to order me about but he of all people speaking about my attitude actually struck a nerve. And that’s because I presumed him to be a much tolerant person from my few interactions with him. This brought back to me all the feelings of guilt I have because of how I’ve treated Klaus despite his kindness and medical condition.

I sat down for a while in the office to think about what I was going to do to avoid seeing him for now. I wasn’t getting any helpful ideas so I decided to go home. Tch, he took the keys home with him without even locking up the office.