Wound.

*Flashback*

"You're late."

I hear him say as I make my way into his office. I stop in my tracks because his tone is that threatening. He doesn't even bother to look up from his laptop and that hardly surprises me.

I'm late because I didn't want to come, I'd decided against it. But also because I wasn't necessarily given any instructions other than the fact that I would be starting on Monday.

'I've got things to do Ms. Sinclair, I will see you on Monday. Goodbye.' Were the exact words he'd used to dismiss me.

That wasn't the reason I'd decided against it though,

Something about this man just screams 'run away!'. Something about being in his presence tells me I'm going to regret it. That I might be sending myself into a wormhole and will never make it out.

But I don't have much of a choice now do I? I guess I'm screwed either way, but at least this way I'll have a job.

"Sorry, Sir,"

I finally say then roll my eyes but of course he chooses to raise his head right at that moment. I bow