“No. I’m waiting for you.”
I look at her; her eyes glimmer. She takes a seat in front of my desk and looks at me with furrowed brows.
“You shouldn’t have waited.”
“Do you want hot coffee?”
I don’t want hot coffee. You’re way hotter, that I can burn myself just by your touch.
I shake my head. I can’t talk because it might slip what’s in my head right now. I grab the muffin she offers. Our fingers touch. Shit. Why do I feel this way? I take a bite without looking at her.
“What’s going on with you, Bash? Looks like you just lost millions.”
“You’ll be replaced,” I simply say.
Her hands drop down her lap with the muffin still in her hand. Her jaw drops, and her shoulders just droop.
“Tri, you’re not fired,” I tell her slowly.
“Then why am I being replaced?” she asks quickly.
“Because you deserve a position.”
She’s quicker on her feet and grins with excitement filling in her wide eyes. What I am not expecting is, she dances.