fired

I must've looked like a constipated vampire for Mr. Mávros' lips to twitch.

''Thank you, Sir'' I lowered my head and looked at the tip of my black flat shoes.

When Mr. Mávros didn't speak, I looked up again and saw him already browsing his phone. So much for paying attention to me, I was fucking dreaming. Why would he even care about how I look?

''Is there anything else, Ms. Green?'' he spoke after a few moments, I didn't realize that I was zoning out.

''No, Sir, I- I'll-I better go. Have a nice day, Sir.'' I turn my back on him and I knew my cheeks were as red as tomatoes.

I let out a deep breath as soon as the door kissed the frames and Angie gave me a sympathetic glance before looking back on her computer screen.

I headed for my office which was across Mr. Mávros' and continued to finish the report for the Rome hotel we opened last week. When I say 'we', I mean them, I'm not really included in the travel package and sometimes I envy Coleen. Ms. Garcia usually tags her along whenever she goes out of the country and it's free of course. I wish my boss tags me along too but whenever I imagine him with his dates, I feel relieved that I'm not with him. I wouldn't want to be the third wheel, especially with those demanding rich-asses he dates.

My day went on as usual, and the next and the next. Thursday came and I was still on my black dress journey. I have a few black little dresses and this is my last one. Hopefully, tomorrow would be another fun day and I'd forget about Max. He said that he needs time to think things through, that I was holding him back in pursuing his dreams.

I was stunned at what he said, shocked even, that I wasn't able to say anything until I was on my bed and my tears streamed like hell. What he said puzzled me actually, I didn't even know that I was holding him back. Whenever he goes out of the country, I never ask any question if it was for pleasure or business because I didn't want to be a clingy girlfriend. I thought that I was being a good girlfriend that way but it turns out, I wasn't. I should have asked more and more if I knew that I would still turn out to be this suffocating girlfriend in the end.

Max was my first boyfriend and I loved him dearly, maybe that's why it hurts like hell. I can't feel my cheeks and eyes anymore and my voice is barely understandable. It's like I went on a karaoke bar and sang a Whitney Houston song for five consecutive days. The throat pill I bought was working just fine but if somehow, by luck, my friends asked me about my situation, I knew I would break down for the nth time.

I ate lunch at my office too, just to keep things on a low profile but I knew that my friends are worried about me. They phoned me a few times but I reasoned that I had to finish some paper works.

The phone of my desk rang and I was forced to answer it.

''Hey'' it was Coleen. ''Are you okay, Ren?''

''Yeah'' my voice gave me away but I cleared my throat. ''I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?'' I faked giggle.

''You don't have to pretend with me, Ren'' she scolded me but I didn't retort. ''I saw Max's profile.''

''What about it?'' I asked in a gleeful tone but my fingers were already tapping my phone to check his IG account. I bit my lip as I saw that he changed it already. My heart was shattering into ashes as I stared at his profile. It was a picture of him with his arms draped on the shoulder of a petite blond. She is pretty, with brown eyes and plump lips with a body to die for. Max never placed our photo as his profile, he said that he wanted to keep it to himself, that it was too personal to share and now I realized that I was such a fool for him. He gave me reasons and I believed him like a lovesick puppy.

I didn't even know that the line went dead until I saw Coleen entered my office. She walked towards me and wrapped her arms around my shoulder as I fisted her blouse. Crying like hell - whimpering like hell.

''Shhh...'' Coleen cooed. ''I'm here. It's his loss, not yours.''

Those are the words of a friend. A good friend and I have to keep my shit together. At least until I head home. I don't know how long we stayed like that but we broke off when the intercom sounded, the one connected to Mr. Mávros' office.

I wiped my tears as I cleared my throat and answer. Before I could even say anything to him, he spoke sternly. ''Office, now.''

I looked up at Coleen and she gave me a sympathetic smile as I fixed myself in my mirror. There was nothing I could do about those eyes, holyhell!

As I closed Mr. Mávros' office door he slammed a tabloid on his desk. ''Am I not paying you enough to do your job?''

''S-sir?'' I stutter in nervousness. He was mad and I didn't even know what I did wrong.

''Stop acting like a lost kitten and answer for your futility! How did they get a hold of this information?'' he waived the tabloid in my face. He was so close that I felt extremely intimidated by him, I couldn't even look at the newspaper. ''You are the only one who knows about my date with Gretchen!''

She was one of his hookups this week and I can't believe that he was blaming me for such thing that isn't even part of my job. I took the chance to look at the newspaper, it was a picture of them exiting an apartment building which I recognize as Ms. Gretchen Law's place.

''I-I'm sorry, Sir, but I didn't even know-''

''Fuck!'' he raked his hair roughly as he fist them. ''You're so incompetent, Green! I can't believe I'm working with such a useless shit like you. Do you even know how this is going to affect my image? I told you to work discretely in booking my dates!''

''I-I'm sorry Sir, but-''

''Stop apologizing and pack your things! Get out of my office, I don't even want to see your useless face in here!''