“So, Masha-the-loser, how will you make up for the damage?” — he’s so close right now that it seems I can hear his heartbeat. “I don’t have money,” I say honestly.
“I know,” he smirks.
“But I can earn it and pay.”
“That’s unlikely.”
“So what are you suggesting?”
I huddle back into the chair’s backrest because he leans even closer. “Do what you came here for. Right here and now.” My breath catches.
Does he know?!
After getting yet another task at work, I couldn’t even imagine how all of this would turn out. And I would have handled it for sure—if not for my new boss, who decided we’d play by his rules.
Contains profanity.