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the paperwork and moved to remake the tea. Though he’d admittedly been about as critical as he’d been before, he didn’t seem as cold. I felt we’d jumped over some kind of hurdle in our professional relationship.
He showed a sense of vulnerability I hadn’t yet seen. The masochist inside me argued that maybe he was warming to me, and also he looked incredibly hot when so weary.
This made things slightly awkward when I delivered his new tea. He was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed - he almost appeared asleep. His five o’clock shadow looked more prominent, while his hands seemed hairier. I set down the tea and tried to inch out of the room.
“I’d like to not be disturbed for the rest of the day,” he said.
“Okay.”
He grabbed the tea, took a drink, gave me a look, and then closed his eyes again. I nodded awkwardly (as I usually did when leaving his office) and went back to my desk.
The task he provided was quite difficult. I’d worked at a newspaper in college, so I was able to transcribe pretty well, but it took me quite a while.
Without making tea the next day while he was out, I was able to start back up, uninterrupted. The thing was, I didn’t understand why he cared so much about bears.
In Mr. Mathan’s - excuse me, Oliver’s research - he noted a supposed curse in Ireland from the fairies that turned humans into bears on the third Friday of the month. Although it seemed completely unrealistic, I looked into the curse, and it seemed to represent him almost exactly.
That auburn hair, the cool eyes, the bone structure (maybe I added that) all seemed to symbolize him. Of course, by the next day he was out of the office so I couldn’t ask, but it seemed like him.
But what rich guy turns into a bear? That was ridiculous.
I finished the task on Friday around the end of the day. I waited for Vance to appear to ask if the third Friday of the month was a good day to bring work by, but he never appeared.
I decided that I’d take the report back to Oliver’s house after work. I checked over it after I got home, but it seemed perfect. I drove slowly, feeling especially nervous, but I built myself up as I walked to his door. I knocked twice as instructed in the directions he provided.
He didn’t answer.
I knocked again, but no luck. In the back of his house, I heard a noise. I investigated, to see if he were the one making noise, and noticed a figure that resembled him.
I followed the figure into the bush behind his house and watched from a bush (just in case.) The figure transformed from a man to a stooped creature under the light of the moon. I felt as though I should run, but I wanted to know the nature of the creature: a bear. It appeared to be a bear.
Was he one of the individuals cursed by the Irish fairies to transform into a bear?
Had I just imagined it all?
Was I perhaps delirious from the thought that my incredibly handsome boss, Mr. Oliver Mathan, had paid me some sort of attention that I’d never experienced from him before?
Whatever it was, I ran as fast as I could back to my car. Unfortunately, I fell and hit my head on the ground.
I looked ahead, trying to crawl forward to where my car may be. The surroundings started to appear dark, spinning, when I took a moment to breathe. Before I knew it, I blacked out before I could speed away home.
IV.
The world around me opened to a blurry strangeness, a log enclosure (perhaps a cabin?) with the warmth of a fire - something I hadn’t grown up with in the city.
I wondered if I was dreaming. I’d always imagined having a family getaway with my parents before my mother died - though I stopped imagining it when I was nineteen, and my father died too. Perhaps I had died. I hit my head, and my brain decided to just lie down and die.
I closed my eyes, thinking this would guide me to the other side.
“Lorelai… Ms. Tanner… are you awake?” a familiar male voice asked.
I
He showed a sense of vulnerability I hadn’t yet seen. The masochist inside me argued that maybe he was warming to me, and also he looked incredibly hot when so weary.
This made things slightly awkward when I delivered his new tea. He was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed - he almost appeared asleep. His five o’clock shadow looked more prominent, while his hands seemed hairier. I set down the tea and tried to inch out of the room.
“I’d like to not be disturbed for the rest of the day,” he said.
“Okay.”
He grabbed the tea, took a drink, gave me a look, and then closed his eyes again. I nodded awkwardly (as I usually did when leaving his office) and went back to my desk.
The task he provided was quite difficult. I’d worked at a newspaper in college, so I was able to transcribe pretty well, but it took me quite a while.
Without making tea the next day while he was out, I was able to start back up, uninterrupted. The thing was, I didn’t understand why he cared so much about bears.
In Mr. Mathan’s - excuse me, Oliver’s research - he noted a supposed curse in Ireland from the fairies that turned humans into bears on the third Friday of the month. Although it seemed completely unrealistic, I looked into the curse, and it seemed to represent him almost exactly.
That auburn hair, the cool eyes, the bone structure (maybe I added that) all seemed to symbolize him. Of course, by the next day he was out of the office so I couldn’t ask, but it seemed like him.
But what rich guy turns into a bear? That was ridiculous.
I finished the task on Friday around the end of the day. I waited for Vance to appear to ask if the third Friday of the month was a good day to bring work by, but he never appeared.
I decided that I’d take the report back to Oliver’s house after work. I checked over it after I got home, but it seemed perfect. I drove slowly, feeling especially nervous, but I built myself up as I walked to his door. I knocked twice as instructed in the directions he provided.
He didn’t answer.
I knocked again, but no luck. In the back of his house, I heard a noise. I investigated, to see if he were the one making noise, and noticed a figure that resembled him.
I followed the figure into the bush behind his house and watched from a bush (just in case.) The figure transformed from a man to a stooped creature under the light of the moon. I felt as though I should run, but I wanted to know the nature of the creature: a bear. It appeared to be a bear.
Was he one of the individuals cursed by the Irish fairies to transform into a bear?
Had I just imagined it all?
Was I perhaps delirious from the thought that my incredibly handsome boss, Mr. Oliver Mathan, had paid me some sort of attention that I’d never experienced from him before?
Whatever it was, I ran as fast as I could back to my car. Unfortunately, I fell and hit my head on the ground.
I looked ahead, trying to crawl forward to where my car may be. The surroundings started to appear dark, spinning, when I took a moment to breathe. Before I knew it, I blacked out before I could speed away home.
IV.
The world around me opened to a blurry strangeness, a log enclosure (perhaps a cabin?) with the warmth of a fire - something I hadn’t grown up with in the city.
I wondered if I was dreaming. I’d always imagined having a family getaway with my parents before my mother died - though I stopped imagining it when I was nineteen, and my father died too. Perhaps I had died. I hit my head, and my brain decided to just lie down and die.
I closed my eyes, thinking this would guide me to the other side.
“Lorelai… Ms. Tanner… are you awake?” a familiar male voice asked.
I
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