CHAPTER 8

Amber

Nothing spoils your mood and possibly your day faster than ‘the boss wants to see you now.’

As I trudged towards Juanita’s office that morning, my brain ached with questions I didn’t have answers to. What did I do this time? What does she want to say to me?

It was a Monday morning, and my mum always said that what happens on Monday determines how the rest of the week will go. The fact that I’m starting my week in Juanita’s office makes me frustrated in advance.

The familiar scent of vanilla and lemon welcomed me in Juanita’s office, and I strode forward until all that separated both of us was her office desk.

Her wavy black hair was loose today, and her peach colored shirt clung to her skin and outlined her boobs. It was the type of shirts she loved to wear, tight. Her face was caked with makeup, well defined brows and valentine-red lipstick. According to rumors I heard, she did surgery on her lips to make them fuller.

“You called for me?” There was no need to beat around the bu