Scolded by my husband · Y/n story by @unicornjoint

The fluorescent lights of Sterling & Co. hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the open-plan office.

Boss

strides out, jaw tight, a folder clutched in his hand Y/n. My office. Now.

The chatter around you died. Thirty heads turned. Thirty pairs of eyes landed on you, some pitying, some grateful it wasn't them.

Boss

stops at his door, voice loud enough for everyone to hear I expect punctuality. I expect competence. What I do not expect is having to redo your work before a client presentation.

You could feel the heat creeping up your neck.