Triumph in Disbelieve

‘Smile brightly, don’t think of the past, he’s your boss, you need this job’ walking to Simon’s office I had this mantra playing in my head on repeat.

I had to survive this presentation without blowing up, I was in my workplace as Simon had so threatingly reminded me of

I relaxed my hands that had balled into fists rumpling the printed report. I smoothen it out and go through it again.

Thank goodness it wasn’t much seeing as Trove was not a company with a lot of press.

It shouldn’t be that hard to explain a ten page report to him.

‘Breath in, breath out’ I knock loudly on the door and walk in after his muffled ‘come in’

His head was buried in papers and he didn’t even look up as I walked in.

I clear my throat.

‘A minute’ he holds a finger up without looking at me.

I stand there awkwardly shifting from foot to foot.

My smile was still plastered on my face and I refused to break my resolve.

I refuse to be angry.

He raises his head and my smile falters,

‘What did I say about refusing to