"Nadine." I looked up to see my boss, Jacob Elody.
"Where's the PPT I asked you to prepare?" Jacob, although only in his early thirties, had reached a position many could only dream of. His rapid rise was due not only to his exceptional abilities but also to his notorious workaholism.
When he barked at me, I knew I was done for. I'd completely forgotten about the work. "The client meeting is at two this afternoon. Do you know what time it is now?" he asked.
I glanced at my watch, it was eleven. If I skipped lunch and worked straight through, I could probably get a draft done. "I'll have it to you before two," I said quickly.
"One o'clock," he demanded, giving me a stern look before walking away.
Starving and exhausted, I managed to get the PPT done and sent it to Jacob by one o'clock. The meeting was a disaster, but luckily, Jacob single-handedly managed to secure the deal. However, his face was anything but pleased. Instead of yelling at me, he led me to a nearby restaurant.
"What's going on with you today? You seem distracted," he asked, catching me off guard.
My emotions welled up and I started crying again, much to his surprise. He hastily handed me a napkin. "Stop crying, please."