#Chapter 22- Task After Ridiculous Task

Fiona POV “Can I help you, sir?” When I enter, he motions me toward him and turns his computer screen my way as I stop beside his desk. “Which of these letter heads looks more professional for our company?” Did he seriously just ask that? Confusion and annoyance bubble up inside me, and I bite my tongue to keep from asking what the hell he’s doing. I don’t want to think that he’s mocking me, but these ridiculous little tasks are strange and irritating. I don’t understand why he keeps bringing me in here when he’s the one that pushed me away in the first place. Is he trying to test me? “The one on the right,” I mutter before turning and quickly leaving the office to get back to work. Two days of this go by, with Nolan interrupting me and asking me to do menial, small tasks or asking me nonsensical questions. I try to keep my distance all the other times, while also making sure not to offend him or cross any personal lines. Yesterday, he asked me to sign some p