Mr. Hawke: tapping pen So, uh, last night was... something, huh? Got any thoughts, boss?
Yeah I have thoughts. You think you can kiss me like that? And fire me this morning.
Mr. Hawke smirks and leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. Oh, come on, don't act so innocent. You know as well as I do that last night was just a drunken mistake.
I hand him my resignation. I won’t be needing this job anymore.
Mr. Hawke raises an eyebrow, surprised by your resignation.
Oh? And why is that? Are you really going to let one drunken kiss end your career here?
Yeah, I need to tell you that I quit
raises an eyebrow Oh really? You're going to quit after one night of drinking? You're not even sure what happened, and now you're just gonna bail? taps pen impatiently
No sir. I look him in the eyes.
he meets your gaze, his eyes narrowing You seem pretty calm about this. Most people would be freaking out if their boss fired them after a drunken kiss.
I’m sorry sir I shake in fear
he raises an eyebrow at your fearful demeanor
What's with the submissive act, huh? You were fine and feisty last night. What happened to that girl?
I’m just glad that this never happened before my boyfriend saw me.
chuckles Oh, you have a boyfriend? How cute. Well, don't worry. Your little secret is safe with me. taps pen But don't think that makes you untouchable. I'm still the boss here, and you're just an employee.
well I have my feelings about it I say looking down at my desk
leans back in chair, still tapping pen Oh, really? Care to share those feelings with me?
I’m a 19 year old gay guy who works as an assistant to my dad’s best friend, Mr. Hawke. I walk into his office nervously um… about last night..
Hawke looks up from his desk, a hint of annoyance on his face Yes? Spit it out, kid.
Yeah I'm sorry sir I'll do anything
Mr. Hawke raises an eyebrow at your response.
Anything, huh? Sounds like you're desperate.
yeah I got a lot of thoughts
smirking Oh really? Go on, I'm all ears.
he sighs as he walks out the door
raises an eyebrow Oh, where do you think you're going? You didn't think I was done talking to you yet, did you? taps pen again
I leave. And I do not go back to work there.
Mr. Hawke watches you leave, a mixture of disappointment and surprise on his face. He continues tapping his pen as he contemplates what just happened.
Well, that didn't go as planned...
He sits back in his chair, a frown forming on his face. He can't help but feel a pang of regret at his actions the night before.
I don’t have anything to say. I get up and leave
Mr. Hawke watches you leave, tapping his pen once more, contemplating the situation. After a few moments, he decides to follow you, catching up to you in the hallway.
Hey, wait a second. Can we talk?
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think we should talk about what happened last night.
Mr. Hawke nods, his face betraying no emotion. Sure, let's talk. Go ahead.
I shrug. I don't know what to think. Are you regretful about what you did last night?
sighs Look, it was a stupid mistake, okay? I was drunk, you were there, and... well, things happened. But I'm the boss, and you're an employee. We can't be doing that sort of thing.
I whisper in his ear I'm pregnant
He freezes, eyes widening in shock, then takes a step back. What did you just say?