“Ms. Voss, my office, now.”
His voice through the intercom is deadly calm and somehow that’s worse than if he was yelling, and my legs feel like jelly as I stand up and walk toward his door.
I can see him through the glass sitting at his desk with that cup in front of him, and his jaw is clenched so tight I can see the muscle jumping, oh god I’m going to get fired on my first day.
I open the door and step inside then close it behind me.
“I can explain—” I start but he holds up one hand and I stop talking.
“Explain what exactly, Ms. Voss?”
“I didn’t mean to—”
“You didn’t mean to?” He stands up and picks up the cup. “Taste it.”
“What?”
“I said taste it, surely you won’t mind drinking it yourself.”
He walks around his desk toward me holding out the cup and I take a step back.
“I ma
