Chapter 12：The Rysia he used to love. (2/2)

”I already thought of soooo many great lines to tease you guys with. I even have a list here. See?! They're going to go to waste now.” She slides a notepad across the desk to get it closer to me. Grumbling, she looks away sadly, slumping into her chair.

... Is that something a CEO should be spending their time on?! I almost spit blood out of my mouth and look at her in disbelief.

As I'm facing towards the ceiling after I breathe out deeply, she continues to plead. Waiting and wanting a serious answer from me.

”Office romances aren't banned in Intoxis Entertainment!”

”It would have been a big NO-NO for me if he was still an actor, but now that he's a manager, you guys are freeee! You're alloweeddd, you know?! You're a fool, Therysia! You need to live a little!” She yells at me.

Giving me a scolding, like I was her 19-year old daughter who refuses to do anything ”fun” or ”interesting” in whatever short days I have left as a teen since it's about to end soon.

I'm starting to fume from all this ridiculousness. I hate being told what to do, especially when it's something THIS important to me.

Rising from my chair, I smack the table with both my hands out of anger. My palms don't leave the surface as it's my only means of supporting my body... since I wasn't done quite yet.

Maybe it's because I'm so frustrated by everything.

Could it be that I'm also angry at myself... just a little... for being afraid?

Did I want to have anything to do with Jett, despite my fears?

I feel like I'm kind of at the end of my rope. What with all the emotional torture I've been through for the past few years.

I was keeping it all in no matter how angry I was.

I had to act mature, even if it was the last thing I wanted to put all my energy into. I had to be this... I had to be that...

Completely ruining the 'professional' facade, I've successfully put up every single working day throughout my entire life; I break down.

”OH YEAH?? Are you going to take responsibility then if he REJECTS me?! Or is disgusted with the 'ME' he doesn't know?! Or the 'ME' he will throw away, thinking I'm not the 'RYSIA' he USED to LOVE?!?!?!?!?”

Being so preoccupied with screaming, I no longer noticed that the clock's second-hand ticked over 5:30 pm. Working hours just officially ended today.

Since I didn't know that, I continue to feel guilty for doing this during business hours.

Sometimes, I can't stand myself. I don't want to be so logical when I'm this upset.

It's normal to feel this way. Yet, I'm STILL worrying about something as stupid as this. Some tears start pouring out of my eyes.

My body shakes a little from feeling overwhelmed.

”... I-I'm sorry, Rysia... I... had no idea...”