Thankfully, the subway shakes, and no one can tell I’m quivering as I ride it back home to Brooklyn. I’m still buzzing after everything that happened today – still stuck in that zone where I’m processing emotions but not fully able to mentally process what actually happened.
As bad luck would have it, Mr. Cruz’s call to London went long and then he had to personally go to a production meeting after lunch while I was re-organizing the old filing system on Carlos’ orders, so I left the office without being able to reunite with my new boss again.
But then again, maybe that’s actually a good thing. Maybe I needed a chance to clear my head and get my mind right, because the last time we were together and he told me to get down on my knees in front of him, and that I was a good little girl, I
