SAYING NO TO MY BOSS

Ada the liar.

Ada's pov

"Have your seat," he said, his deep voice resonating in my ears. I took a seat on one of the empty chairs in front of him, doing my best to suppress the memories of our encounter at Quilox Bar the night before. I prayed he wouldn't recognize me, not with the vivid recollection of the explicit words I had whispered into his ears.

I cursed myself for getting high and allowing myself to be in that situation. I felt like a box of regret, and as his next question came, I was jolted back to reality. "Have your tools and work station been assigned to you?"

I stammered slightly, "Not yet, sir. I'm looking forward to it this morning."

"That's okay, Ada, right?" he asked, his gaze intense. I felt his eyes boring into mine, as if he could see right through my lies. Had I lied? He hadn't asked me anything directly, and yet, I was already entangled in a web of deception.

Then, the dreaded question came: "You were at Quilox Bar last night, right?"

The sweat on my brow seemed to multiply in an instant, my heart racing. Panic surged through me, and I didn't know why I was lying to him. I hesitated before saying, "No."

His gaze held mine, and I felt as if I was being examined and dissected by those penetrating eyes. I couldn't meet his stare for long.

"You can go," he finally said, breaking the silence. "I'll call you when I need you. And make a black coffee this time, no sugar, and no spilling. Is that clear?"

I quickly stood up, not daring to meet his eyes any longer. "I will, right away," I replied in a small voice.

I left his office, my mind racing, Great! Ada the liar.