Inner Monologue Before Bedtime
I hate her. I absolutely hate her. How could she do that to me? Haven’t I done enough? Bringing her fresh fruit, sharing my office supplies, teaching her all the little tricks about her position. And that’s his she paid me back - running away crying at my compliment about her gorgeous makeup? Did I touch something deeper than I intended? Was it make price or sense of insecurity? Did I say it too loud that everyone could hear? Was it a stupid mascara in her eye? What was it? I don’t know!!! I’m so mad that she left me like that without explanation running away in tears like I was a monster. Gosh, I wished I knew what happened.
Should I call her and ask?
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