#Chapter 27: Crying Myself a River

“One more day, Hazel. If I don’t have the information I requested from you by the end of the day tomorrow then I will have no choice but to take this to our board members,” Peter said, speaking in vague threats since there were other workers passing by or working near us. “Yes sir,” I muttered, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. Even if I wanted to do this for him, I did not even have the time to look for his stupid information with all this hounding he kept pulling me aside for. “Very well then, you are dismissed,” Peter turned and went back into his office, slamming the door behind him. Why he felt the need to chew me out in the middle of the day — when I still had a day and a half left to deliver his request — was beyond me. Some sort of power trip, I supposed. That weasel had probably never had the upper hand before, it seemed he was relishing every moment that he could squeeze out of it. Elena had been watching us from her desk. She hadn’t even tried to make it l