Sixth Sense
The door to my office was pushed open with considerable force, banged against the wall and made me jump out of my skin. “Melanie!” He burst into the room, arms full of disorderly paperwork, which he immediately dumped onto my desk, nearly knocking over my full cup of cocoa I’d just wanted to enjoy with my lunch. I put down the magazine I’d been reading. “Jonathan, it’s lunchtime. Would you mind coming back in 10 minutes?” I said, trying to keep the rage out of my voice. “Lunch. Fiddledeedee. I pay your wages, so I say when you can have a break,” he hissed. “HereRead More →