The second the clock hit six, I stood up from my desk.
I didn't care if I looked too eager to leave. I needed to get out of here.
I packed my bag slowly, taking my sweet time; half-hoping he'd stay locked behind his glass office until I left the building.
Of course the second I zipped up my bag, his door opened.
I didn't look up, just zipped the bag and slung it over my shoulder.
"Miss Miller." came that deep voice.
I inhaled slowly, and turned around. "Yes, Mr. Walton?"
He looked...serious. Almost human.
"I shouldn't have done what I did," he said. "In the elevator. I was out of line."
I blinked, a little taken aback. Not because he apologized—I didn't think he was incapable—but because he sounded like he meant it. Did the Adrien Walton just apologize to me just now!?
I didn't respond; I just waited.
"I'm sorry," he said softly.
Oh my god!! I'm not getting fired.
I slowly nodded my head. "Okay."
"I'll give you a ride home," he offered.
