Even now, as he bites into that apple his eyes are taunting me, a painful reminder that I haven’t managed to escape the bully who now sits in the chair opposite me with his feet on my desk. He is wearing a dark grey suite and black shoes. The black shoes that are currently resting on top of my HR paperwork are either new or very well cared for; they sparkle in the florescent light of my office. The thought makes me smile; not my thought about the cleanliness of Andrew’s shoes but the thought that this is my office. Compared to the office I used to have at my last job, it’s amazing. My old office had been a shared office. It had been cramped and cluttered but this office is large and airy. That office was the reason I left my last job. After everything that had happened, it was just too small and confined. With two brothers I know how to share; but I just couldn’t share that small room with him after I’d found him in bed with Cathy. It’s ironic that it looks like I’m going to have to share this work space with another guy that I don’t like.
What do You think about Repeating History (History #1)?
