“I’m not Elena,” I muttered bitterly. How could anyone actually believe that I would do that just to get ahead at work?
“Excuse me?” Peter said, narrowing his eyes at me.
“I said…I did not do anything of the sort.”
“No? I have documented proof of these s****l advances.” He tapped his computer screen. “And if you don’t cooperate and help me as requested, I’ll be sure they get into the hands of the higher ups around here,” Peter said, clasping his hands on his desk.
I rolled my eyes. I could see right through him. “Proof? How could you possibly have anything, I would never do something like that and everyone here knows it! Now, if you’ll excuse me I have more important things to do with my time.”
“You would never, huh?” He ignored me. “Then how
