I was screaming, internally, obviously; I wasn't about to let anybody think I'd gone mad. I had assumed my humiliation would be complete and would have died in the conference room, but he'd just had to mention it, hadn't he? I straightened my lips that were curving into a smile. What was so funny that my lips were behaving like that?
I sat down and peeked at his window. Why was I worried about him, and why did my mind take that chance to do stupid things like the stupid thing I'd done in the hall? He didn't need to tell me I shouldn't do it again. Nothing would make me act like that ever again.
I pored over the files on my desk, looking for what to do. Now that I'd written the minutes of the meeting as well as the report for the meetings, I didn't know what else to do to keep my wayward thoughts at bay.
