"Sir, you asked for me?" I ask Mr. Wale.
"Yes. Did you consider what I told you?"
"Sir, I'm sorry, but I can’t do what you’re asking me to do."
I’m trying to remain as calm and strong as possible. I haven’t even considered what he suggested because it’s just so wrong.
"Do you really need this job, Priscilla? It seems like you don’t need it."
"I do need it, sir," I say, my voice trembling.
He stands up and starts walking toward me, and I can already tell where this is heading. Just then, the door opens, and Leslie storms in, clearly irritated.
"Sir, the boss has requested Priscilla’s presence in his office immediately," she says, grabbing my hand. Why does this feel planned?
"Leslie, how many times do I have to tell you? You’re supposed to knock before entering. This is an office, n
