(Arata)
My mood remained soured throughout the day, and I didn't go to check up on Karsten, nor did he call me with his thousand requests. The caring side of him I received on the weekend seemed to have transmigrated to Neptune.
Maybe that's where he was originally from; cold and dark.
Astronomers were spending trillions looking for aliens, all they needed to do was study my boss. I was sure they would find the alien within him from a distant cold planet.
I had a relaxed lunch with Chan and Miranda, although the only relaxed person was me. Miranda's phone kept blowing up by all departments for updates. They were not allowed to call me; only outside clients and the personal tasks of Karsten were under me.
Chan was tense that the sales would dip if this particular order was not completed and delivered.
"He is going to reprimand me again," he sadly pouted, trying not to play with his food.
