He was right. Yes, my boss was very right, and that's why I hated him.
Damn it, he was right! I discreetly lowered an arm and smelled my armpit.
Confirmed. It was like a biological weapon in action. The dignity I had left went straight down the drain. I remained silent, with a petrified expression.
"See?" Nikolai crossed his arms, as if he had just won a bet. "I told you."
"I don't smell that bad!" I lied, with the conviction of a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
He slowly got up from the chair, as if he were on a runway and not in an office full of folders. That damn confidence of his was driving me crazy.
"Upstairs, executive floor. There's a private lounge with showers for high-profile executives." He leaned slightly towards me, as if sharing an indecent secret. "If
