Danielle<

“Danielle! Get in here, now!”

I jumped in my seat in front of the big doors, spilling my cup of ramen noodles onto my blouse.

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit.” If there was one thing Mr. Grant hated it was sloppiness, and here I was dripping with cheap soup stock.

My silk was stained, the material sticking to the tops of my breasts.

“By now, I meant immediately, Danielle! Not at your personal convenience.”

I swore again under my breath, and entered his office.

Maybe a miracle would occur, and he wouldn’t notice. Please, God, have mercy!

“Sit,” he commanded.

I moved toward the chairs once again, but he stared...