Chapter 6

Jesse sauntered in, looking just as dejected as he had when I'd bumped into him. I wondered what he'd look like with a smile, or a smirk. A felt a thrill run through me at the thought but quickly suppressed it. I'd decided I didn't like him so there was no use fantasising about his dreamy eyes.

"This here is Jesse," Mr. Mosley said. "Jesse was a bright young man with a promising future at Renard. He should be in a corner office but now he carries boxes and mops empty offices because that's all he's good for. Do you know why? Because I say so. Make no mistake, I hold your fate in the palm of my hands. Isn't that right, Jesse?" He finished, giving him a condescending pat on the back. "Get back to work, those supplies won't replenish themselves."

As Jesse walked out, he seemed to take all the heat with him. The room suddenly felt a couple degrees too low and a shiver ran up my spine. Not even a breath could be heard. If Mr. Mosely wanted to send a message, it was fully received. Even Deb