looking down so that I don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
He closes the door, and I stand there shaking from both the wetness of my clothes and the anger in his voice. I slowly exit the room and make my way to leave the building.
Sara is coming through the lobby to sign for a package and sp ots me as I emerge from the hall. Her eyes grow wide, and she pulls me into the nearby ladies room. I can no longer manage to hold back the tears, and I sob into my hands as I hear the water turning on at the sink. Sara walks over to the door, locks it, and leads me to the bench by the mirror. She smiles sadly at me as she gently wipes my face and speaks softly to me.
“ Shhh... It’s okay, honey. What happened?” she asks as she continues to wipe my face.
“I had a flat on my way here and had trouble changing the tire. It caused me to be late and ruin my clothes. Seb… Mr. Thorne spotted me as I was trying to make my way to the elevator and told me to go home. He is upset that I showed up late and looking like this. I tried to call you to explain, but I got transferred to the wrong department every time. I left a message for you, but I didn’t know if you would get it in time.”
“Now , now, dear. You have had a most horrible day, bless your heart! I am certain Mr. Thorne wasn’t angry. He probably was just busy this morning, and you misread him. He can come across harsh sometimes, I’m afraid. Trust me, it will be fine. Now, let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”
I nod at her , and she pats me on the back. She helps me to remove most of the grease from my face and arms and thankfully now I look much more presentable.
“Now, why don’t you go on home and rest? Tomorrow will be much better, I am certain,” she says and kisses my cheek. When she does that, it reminds me of my mother and of how much I miss her. Especially in times like these. I look up at Sara’s face. I really like this woman, and I am so glad I have her on my side.
“Thank you so much , Sara,” I tell her as I hug her and grab my bags.
I can’t help my mind from racing on my drive home. What right did he have to get so upset with me? I mean sure I was late, but it was obvious that I had not been lying about having the flat. I don’t know if I can handle him getting angry at me like that again. Perhaps I have made a mistake in taking this internship. I can’t help but wonder where the Sebastian I know went? Can I do this for the next six months? I just didn’t know. Before I know it, my eyes grow heavy, and I drift off to sleep across my bed.
Sebastian
“CLEAR MY SCHEDULE!” I bark at Sara, when I meet her in the lobby. I am fuming as I make my way up to my office floor. I slam the large wooden door behind me and flip over the leather chair in front of my desk. With one swift movement, I swipe the desk of its contents and watch as the glass paper weight falls and shatters. I grab my hair and growl out in anger. “FUCK!” How could I have spoken to her so horribly?
When I stepped off the elevator earlier, I was beyond horrified at what I saw. There she stood, rain soaked and filthy, frantically rubbing grease from her beautiful face, and what did I do? I yell at her. I was so damn mad at thinking about how she could have been hurt that I took my anger out on her. All I can think about is her trying to change that tire on the side of the busy interstate in the middle of the pouring rain, with no one to help her .
What if she had been hit by a car? What if she had wrecked with the blowout?
All of these scenarios play out in my head, and I am BEYOND pissed that I allowed myself to even care. I can’t let her see how she affects me, so I give her the Sebastian she has never met. The Sebastian that the world and everyone else knows as the asshole, the monster, the cold hateful son of a bitch.
St anding there with grease all over her face and soaked to the bone she looked so fucking beautiful. It was all I could do not to
He closes the door, and I stand there shaking from both the wetness of my clothes and the anger in his voice. I slowly exit the room and make my way to leave the building.
Sara is coming through the lobby to sign for a package and sp ots me as I emerge from the hall. Her eyes grow wide, and she pulls me into the nearby ladies room. I can no longer manage to hold back the tears, and I sob into my hands as I hear the water turning on at the sink. Sara walks over to the door, locks it, and leads me to the bench by the mirror. She smiles sadly at me as she gently wipes my face and speaks softly to me.
“ Shhh... It’s okay, honey. What happened?” she asks as she continues to wipe my face.
“I had a flat on my way here and had trouble changing the tire. It caused me to be late and ruin my clothes. Seb… Mr. Thorne spotted me as I was trying to make my way to the elevator and told me to go home. He is upset that I showed up late and looking like this. I tried to call you to explain, but I got transferred to the wrong department every time. I left a message for you, but I didn’t know if you would get it in time.”
“Now , now, dear. You have had a most horrible day, bless your heart! I am certain Mr. Thorne wasn’t angry. He probably was just busy this morning, and you misread him. He can come across harsh sometimes, I’m afraid. Trust me, it will be fine. Now, let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”
I nod at her , and she pats me on the back. She helps me to remove most of the grease from my face and arms and thankfully now I look much more presentable.
“Now, why don’t you go on home and rest? Tomorrow will be much better, I am certain,” she says and kisses my cheek. When she does that, it reminds me of my mother and of how much I miss her. Especially in times like these. I look up at Sara’s face. I really like this woman, and I am so glad I have her on my side.
“Thank you so much , Sara,” I tell her as I hug her and grab my bags.
I can’t help my mind from racing on my drive home. What right did he have to get so upset with me? I mean sure I was late, but it was obvious that I had not been lying about having the flat. I don’t know if I can handle him getting angry at me like that again. Perhaps I have made a mistake in taking this internship. I can’t help but wonder where the Sebastian I know went? Can I do this for the next six months? I just didn’t know. Before I know it, my eyes grow heavy, and I drift off to sleep across my bed.
Sebastian
“CLEAR MY SCHEDULE!” I bark at Sara, when I meet her in the lobby. I am fuming as I make my way up to my office floor. I slam the large wooden door behind me and flip over the leather chair in front of my desk. With one swift movement, I swipe the desk of its contents and watch as the glass paper weight falls and shatters. I grab my hair and growl out in anger. “FUCK!” How could I have spoken to her so horribly?
When I stepped off the elevator earlier, I was beyond horrified at what I saw. There she stood, rain soaked and filthy, frantically rubbing grease from her beautiful face, and what did I do? I yell at her. I was so damn mad at thinking about how she could have been hurt that I took my anger out on her. All I can think about is her trying to change that tire on the side of the busy interstate in the middle of the pouring rain, with no one to help her .
What if she had been hit by a car? What if she had wrecked with the blowout?
All of these scenarios play out in my head, and I am BEYOND pissed that I allowed myself to even care. I can’t let her see how she affects me, so I give her the Sebastian she has never met. The Sebastian that the world and everyone else knows as the asshole, the monster, the cold hateful son of a bitch.
St anding there with grease all over her face and soaked to the bone she looked so fucking beautiful. It was all I could do not to
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