“Hello…Sir…OK …I am coming….” She immediately left …no… ran from the room. I was confused….but I was in the same place expecting her...arrival again. She came… no….for my surprise…she came with a man. I didn’t expect that guy’s arrival…I have seen him earlier…yes he is her Boss. I have seen him in her office when I have gone to pick up her.He is Keshav, was looking smart, well built and having good physique….was looking like 36 years old. “How is your Sunday Ruchi….” He smiled at her and started. Forcing a smile and sincerity, all I can manage to say without cursing him out is thanks. I side step out of his hold continue the short distance to the lounge. Fucking old pervert. After putting my purse in its cubby, I get to work behind the 18 foot bar with the three other bar tenders. The bar itself is a work of art with its dark walnut wood and off-white marble counter top. The bar back is just as long and looks even bigger with the ever-stretching mirror behind it. The Black Cherry. ." By not just coming to the point, he was making things worse. Ina way, I would rather he just screamed at me. This was more like he wasbuilding to something, all prelude with some really extra-shitty surprisestill to come."But after I kinda cooled off, I went online and read a lot. Well, maybenot a lot. But I read some stuff and I kind of understand now why youdid it." You read?" I asked Jeeves about you." About me?" Not you specifically. Like... you know... being..." Gay?" Yeah. I. Didn't he deserve to feel a little whiny? Parents lost, relatives who hated him, people who only saw the scar that meant the Boy-Who's-Parents-Died, torn up in the press one day and put up on a pedestal the next, godfather dead, and finding out it was now either kill or be killed.Harry put his head on his knees and wept. He hadn't allowed himself to really weep since he was a small child in his cupboard, and it all came pouring out of him. He didn't wail. His grief was too big to let it out all.