Late. Again

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I couldn't remember the last time I had sweated so profusely. There were visible sweat stains under my arms, and I silently thanked myself for choosing a black office shirt on my first day. The thought of enduring stares if anyone noticed my nervousness was unbearable. By reacting this way, I was practically giving Brian a reason to suspect that I had done something wrong. Well, I had, by sleeping with him, but he didn't know about it, right?

So why did he look so angry? And why was his immediate request for me to come to his office? Nothing made sense. I couldn't fathom how I could have messed up so quickly. Did Ms. Olsen have a hand in this? Did she inform Brian that I didn't deserve to be here, making a compelling argument for my dismissal? Did he call me into his office to personally express his regret in recommending me and his desire to see me gone?

God! I knew some of my assumptions were far-fetched and baseless, but I couldn't help but anticipate the worst. Brian Reinhol