It’s time for a Promptly Penned post – we all get the same prompt and see what we come up with. As always, the prompt itself will be in bold.
“So, performance reviews this week.”
Molly looked up as Leah, her friend and coworker, set two cups of coffee on the desk then flopped into the chair on the other side.
Dread settled heavily in Molly’s stomach, and she grimaced. “God, don’t remind me.”
“Don’t know what you’re worried about.” Leah waved a hand in front of her. “You seriously don’t think you’re going to get a bad one, are you?”
Lifting a shoulder, Molly dropped her gaze. She wasn’t worried about that—she was good at her job, and she knew it. It was just…awkward and humiliating.
“I…” She cleared her throat, face already flaming. “I had the dream, again.”
“What do— Oh! The dream!”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes The. Dream.”
“Well, what’s the problem, Mol? It’s not like you can control what you dream.”
“I know! You think, if I could, I would be dreaming that?” She dragged her palms over her face then leaned her head back against her chair, eyes closed. “For fuck’s sake, I don’t even like him!”
“Don’t have to like him to appreciate, my friend. And there is plenty to appreciate,” Leah drawled.
“Easy for you to say. You’re not having recurrent sex dreams about our boss then having to face him day in and day out. Come on, give me some real, serious advice how to de—” Her words dried up when she opened her eyes and caught a pair of amused chocolate-brown ones focused on her. Oh no…no, no, no. This couldn’t be happening.
“Ms. Halwell, my office in ten. Performance review.”
She nodded, still unable to speak, gaze shifting to her wide-eyed friend.
“Looking forward to it.”
The deep, gravelly murmur—eerily similar to the voice that echoed in her mind long after she woke—chased a shiver down her spine. She was so, so screwed.