Chapter 4 Lyrius
Lyrius
Did she just say she has a fu—
My fingers slowly...start...drumming a beat on my desk. It’s what I do when something unexpected happens, and the unexpected is something I completely abhor.
Like the fact that the girl who shouldn’t be my type...is already dating someone else.
Which is another thing I shouldn’t give a shit about, but that’s where we are now, and...
I know it’s been half a minute, but I’m still drumming my fingers.
“A boyfriend, you say.”
I take the folder containing her files from H.R. I flip through it like I’m trying to find something when in truth I’ve already memorized everything. “According to your personal records, you previously indicated that you weren’t in a relationship.”
The words make her squirm in her seat, and I can feel a muscle start ticking in my jaw at the sight. Why the heck is she squirming? Is it because she’s so damn in love that she can’t even bear talking about the boy she’s dating?
“Are you now admitting to having lied—”
She sits up in visible shock. “No—no, it’s n-not...I didn’t lie.”
“Then...”
“At the time I was, um, asked the question, I wasn’t...I wasn’t dating yet.”
“So it’s fairly new then,” I drawl, “this relationship.”
She nods vehemently. “Yes, sir.”
I know I should leave it at that, but instead I hear myself ask, “How new?”
The question seems to fluster her, and it’s making me ready to kill someone.
“I...um...I don’t think—”
“Don’t get me wrong, Kyara.”
Her eyes widen, but I have a feeling it has more to do with me addressing her by her given name instead of the coldness of my tone.
“I’m only asking because I’d like to understand why a relationship that’s fairly new...is something you believe is reason enough to think that—” I nod to the packet she’s clutching tightly between her hands. “—is a mistake.”
“I...um...”
“You spent three months to earn a job offer in my company. Now you’re simply giving it up because your boyfriend is ugly—”
“I didn’t say he’s ugly!”
“Insecure then.”
“He’s not!”
I lean back against my chair. “So there’s no reason to leave, is there?”
She bites her lip, and I’m tempted to bite it as well...but I don’t. Naturally. Because—
“Yes.”
Because of that.
“I’m s-sorry, Mr. Havington,” she stammers without quite meeting my gaze. “I was just overwhelmed, but y-you’re...you’re right.”
She’s still choosing to work for me, and I...I can work for that.