Swift Scribbles: It’s Not That Easy
“You know what I think – do you want to know what I think?”
Something told me it would be pointless to answer the question, so I didn’t. She went ahead anyway.
“I think you’re emotionally frigid. I think you’ve been tossed back and forth so many times – I think you’ve done some back and forth yourself – ”
I don’t know. I think I got upset at this point. “All due respect Mina, you’re my boss not my therapist. Can we…?”
I let my words linger but the hand I wave completes the sentence. Her face composes itself into a look of indifference. She nods.
“You’re right. So – as your boss I’m informing you of a meeting you have with a client – one you’re quite familiar with – in about…” she eyes the wall clock. “…twenty two minutes. Get ready.”
I nod and make my way out of my oga’s office, all sorts of thoughts going on in my head. I’m not sure I’m ready to face her…not yet.