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Rejecting the resignation letter!

The world in which we live is an independent world. We all have our rights to speak, hear, or do anything that we please. Like, making weird faces at someone's baby without them noticing or dancing while walking on the side walk. No one is going to judge you or are they?

This is something we have heard and believed all our lives, but as we grow up we realise, not everyone is going to ignore you. The society in which we live is tough. They are going to judge you, make fun of you or make comments on you, on how you walk, talk, or even on the shoes you are wearing or the hair cut you have just done. They even have problems on your nose and belly piercing. Heck, they will judge you even if you do an extra piercing on your ear. It is the sad truth of the society that we have to accept.

Never would I have ever thought that resigning from a job could be so difficult. Difficulty in finding job? Yes, I know. But difficulty in quitting job? Experiencing for the first time.

The cold blue eyes, that were staring intently at me, were clouding my thoughts and were making it really difficult for my body and brain to process anything. He was close, so close. I have never been this close to any guy before; Matt doesn't count, neither does my dad. My brain was screaming at me to push him back, but my body was not responding and how can it respond when you were hypnotized by those eyes. Those electric blue eyes.

"Why do you want to resign?" Everytime I hear him speak, I can sense anger, more than before.

"I, uh, I-" Nope. No words at all. I was right about the hypnotizing part. It was like my tongue was paralyzed. As if, it has lost all the capabilities to form a sentence.

"Do you think the pay is less?"

Before I could shake my head 'no', I heard him speak. "Twelve thousand." My eyes widened at him. "I will pay you twelve thousand dollars a month. Is it still less for you to work?" I shook my head again.

"It's not about the pay."

"Then?" He demanded.

"Reasons." I was able to choke out, under his pressuring gaze.

"What reasons?"

There's always a 'what'! Couldn't he just let it go? I was an independent woman, keeping aside the fact that I still get pocket money from my parents, but that was beside the point! I wanted to resign, so I wanted to resign, why did he need to know the reason?

"Tell me!"

He wanted answers from me, but I couldn't give it to him. What would I answer him anyways? That I am quitting this job for my son? And then what? He would just assume the worst because of the kind of a person he was or people think he was. He would just think that I must have hooked up with someone in my school days and Sam must be the result of that one dreaded night. Obviously, the night he was born was dreaded, it shred away everyone into pieces, but that was nothing even close to what he was going to assume. For him, Sam might be a mistake for me, but for me, he was not a mistake. He was my cure. He is my cure, for and from everything.

"Well?" His voice brought me back to reality. I raised my face which was staring at my hands all these while, but as soon as I looked up, I regretted my decision. It was better for me to just stare at my hands and not say anything, than look into his eyes which were demanding answers.

When I still didn't say anything, he stepped closer. Our nose were almost touching; just a wrong step and his lips would be touching mine. Suddenly, I forgot how to breath. I have never been this close to anyone and this closeness was suffocating me, in a good way.

I stepped a foot back to create some distance between us, but I was stuck, between him and the desk.

There always have to be a desk!

He trapped me by placing his hands on either side of me. I was caged. I could feel the heat radiating from his body.

"Why?" He asked, but my brain was too clouded to think anything. Why? What why? Why is he asking me why? What were we even talking in the first place? I was feeling stupid, so stupid. How could I forget what we were talking about just by his presence? A very close presence must I say. I have always heard about how people can't utter a word when he is around, but I never knew that I was going to experience it myself.

"Don't test me Sienna!"

He called me Sienna, no Ms. Collins, just Sienna and once again my brain was stuck just thinking about how amazing my name sounds from his mouth. Perfect.

"I can't." I said, my voice so low, it was barely a whisper and if it weren't for him taking a deep breath, I would have thought that he must have not heard me.

"Is there another company offering a better deal than me?"

"No." His face showed anger, frustration, confusion, all at once. No one has ever been angry at me before and that was the reason I didn't know how to act, so I did the only thing which I have been doing so much lately, closing my eyes.

"Look at me!"

I didn't.

"Sienna, I said, look. At. Me!"

I didn't, but now I think I should have. He put his hands on my waist pulling me closer, the only thing that was coming in between us were my hands that were on his tonned chest. There was a really unsettling feeling arising in my stomach that I have never felt before and I am sure my face looks deep red.

"Wh- What are y- you do- doing?" I stammered.

"Oh, now you speak?" He said, in a teasing manner, raising one of his eyebrow.

"No, erm, I-" He silenced me by placing a finger on my lips.

"If you want to resign then I want a very good reason on why do you want to resign from my company, or else, your resignation letter is rejected." He said.

"You cannot do that!" My eyes widened in realisation.

Did I just talk back?

"I, uh, a-am sorry."

I was expecting a tantrum, or some scolding from him, but all I heard was a chuckle. Why was he chuckling was completely out of my understanding.

"You are so innocent, Sienna." He said and brought his face closer to mine. My eyes widened and my mouth slightly opened in shock.

What is he going to do?

And why was he so close?!

"Shut that pretty little mouth of yours darling, before I do it myself." He whispered in my ear and bit it slightly and for some reason, I found that small little action very hot.

He pulled away and let go of my waist creating a comfortable distance between us. I let go of the breath, I didn't know I was holding so far.

"Now, go back to work and arrange for the meeting which is going to be held in the conference room at sharp nine tomorrow morning." I was stunned on how he went from all close to professional in just the blink of an eye. He gave some papers to me and said, "Make twelve copies of these papers and put one on each table. It has all the information of our new project for which this meeting is going to be held. Also, you will be attending this meeting as you are my PA, so I want you to make a brief note of the meeting and show it to me afterwards. Do all the copies and arranging work right now only because meeting will be starting exactly at nine, so you won't have much time for all the preparation. Am I clear?" He asked and I nodded.

"Good, now leave. I will see you tomorrow, Ms. Collins." With that he turned and returned to his chair, doing god knows what on his laptop and I walked out of his door.

Xerox machine, here I come!

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