Manageable

Jia Davis

It has been two months, I started working here. Not a single day went by without me getting yelled at by my boss. Just like now, he was ranting about me not knowing how time is so important because I had given his file 5 minutes late. (Imagine me rolling my eyes). I looked at his face, every time he got furious, scars on his face turned a bit red, leaving faint red streaks across his face and his breathing used to get heavy. His nose used to flare, and his hazel eyes used to turn into melted chocolate. I dreaded he might need his pump. Why to stress yourself so much, I mean what's the point. I huffed, waiting for him to finish scolding me impatiently. My feet was tapping the floor on its own accord. Thankfully, carpet muffled the sound.

And yes, I met Bruce almighty too. I strongly doubt they have anything between them. Bruce actually worships the ground Viktor Anderson walks on. He, too, is from the army, and they were friends there. Their relationship is like of god and hi