Jack Gilinsky's POV
I called her in my office the second time this week. I wanted her to find help for her abusive spouse but she wouldn't listen to me. She would always reply with "I love him" but I wasn't buying it.
She kept calling me sir, which was doing a lot of damage to me. I opened up just a little bit, enough to keep her wondering. I didn't mean to, it kinda slipped but after it did I couldn't save it. She thought I was trying to tear apart her relationship which is partially true, I wanted her to end her relationship so she wouldn't have to endure pain anymore. I yelled at her, which is a thing I rarely do to my employees but I had to get through to her that he's not going to love her forever. Now she sits in the chair in front of my desk, twiddling her fingers.
She looks up with tears in her eyes. "What do I do?" She asks in a whisper.
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Short I know. The chapters might be this short for a while.
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