Snippet #1861236

He stood there, fuming as she spoke. Only a flicker of surprise would cross his face as she presented him a drawing that (damnit!) he had missed upon gathering them all up. The fury bubbled around his throat the more she talked and he felt like he would explode, rip something up and throw it across the room. Break the door window! Something! Who was she to give orders?! He was the boss here, not her! And she obviously knew nothing about professionalism; just look at what she wore for the first job! She... His anger snapped and vanished as he realized how like his father he sounded. Running his fingers through his wet hair, he tossed the pile of drawings on the far side of the couch and turned to face her.

"Please," he sighed. "Don't call me sir. That's my father," He sat down on the couch opposite of her and met her gaze. "I apologize for many things, Adriella. First: I thought that hiring you would be more like working with a friend than having to be business professional. I hate that environment. Loathe it, really." He paused, trying to think of the right words. "If a friendly environment makes you uncomfortable then perhaps we're not a good fit to work together. That said, I did cross a line by using you as a sketch model without your permission." He gestured to the drawing on the coffee table. "I should have asked permission. Just thought it would come off as creepy." A grimace formed on his face. "Ehh...not as creepy as finding a drawing of yourself at your new workplace, it seems. I'm sorry. I just...get inspired and have to draw sometimes. I promise not to do it again if it offends you. And...your mother. I had no business bringing her up. That was cruel of me." Clearing his throat, he stood up and reached for his wallet in his back pocket of his jeans. "How much do I owe you for today?" He felt defeated after recalling all the things he had done wrong that day. He doubted that she would want to come back and work for him anymore.