Mr. Chow asked me to sit down in front of him.
I sighed, not intending to explain. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
There was no point mulling over the reason since the mistake had already been made. That was how things were in the workplace.
Mr. Chow shook his head and sighed. "You don't look so good. Have you been crying? Did you and your boyfriend break up?"
...
My breath hitched.
The word "boyfriend" hit me in a sore spot. Leonard had never treated me as his girlfriend. We could only be described as friends with benefits.
I didn't say anything. To Mr. Chow, this was a yes answer.
He stood up, walked over to me, and patted me on the shoulder sympathetically. "That's how relationships are, you know. There's no need to take it so seriously. You're still young, Queena, and there are
