You walk into his office trying to hide your face, you’re sure your mascara is smudged.

”Hey, sorry I’m late running errands took longer than I thought”

You offer your boss,trying to not let him see you cry. Suddenly, you feel a hand gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him.

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You feel his eyes roaming around your face, no doubt taking in your now swollen bruise.

”Who did this to you?” he demands. Low, rough ”Im okay, sorry I’m late again” you try to muster

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”I don’t care that you’re late, I want to know what the fck happened.”