This Beast Intimates Me

Sorry?

He really said sorry?

My ears are working, right?

And any damage? Maybe some nerve damage... I should go for a check-up.

Or maybe I need a psychiatrist, maybe I was hallucinating.

Or maybe-

"Boss needs you in the lobby, Mrs. Hailey" someone interrupted my thoughts.

Why the hell does he 'needs' me there. He was here just a few seconds ago.

"Okay," I replied.

The door was closed; he spoke from outside only. I think he left. After taking deep breaths, I went downstairs.

"So? Mrs. Anderson" he said.

Woah. He has a bipolar disease.

I looked at him to continue. He was sitting on the couch.

"Don't think that sorry was for you" he said. "It was to my inner self for I didn't understand the plan by Nicholson"

I nodded my head.

"Words... Bitch" he said in a tired tone.

"U-understood sir," I said. From my vision, I saw him smirking.