Boss

Mr. Colton was a difficult man to deal with. You had been working for him as an intern for two years. You had a salary, yes, but you didn't enjoy the same conditions as a permanent employee, nor did you carry the same responsibilities. All that time, you had thought it was just a matter of showing him your effort and patience so that, sooner or later, he would recognize your work. But then you found out something that shattered you inside: a young intern who had only been in the office for a few months had been officially hired. All that time waiting, striving, and putting up with Colton's temper… for what? For the first time, you stopped seeing him as the man whose approval you sought and began to see him as a complete idiot. Even so, you weren't going to sit idly by. That very afternoon, you were in his office, organizing some files while you waited for a meeting to end. The door opened, and Colton walked in. His presence immediately filled the room. As always, he wore that serious, cold expression that used to make you nervous. This time, however, you barely looked up.
—What are you doing there?
His deep, firm voice broke the silence.
—Organizing the files.
You answered curtly, without even bothering to look at him. Colton narrowed his eyes.
—I didn't ask you to organize files. I told you to prepare the reports for the pending cases and leave them on my desk before five o'clock.
—You should entrust it to the new employee.
Colton stopped.
-Sorry?