However, just when I thought the director would accept my excuse, he only began to laugh mockingly as he adjusted his festive tie. “Oh yeah? What kind of boss sends such a luxurious car for an employee? Who the hell is your boss?”
At the man's question, my eyes widened. In fact, I couldn't tell anyone that James was my boss; I had signed a damn confidentiality agreement!
I had no idea what to say. However, the director didn't seem happy with my silence, and at that moment Denisse spoke again with venom.
“It's obvious she doesn't have an answer! Because she's just a lying, promiscuous slut!” Denisse announced with her arms crossed over her red ball gown.
My heart was pounding as the professor in the office stepped toward the principal and began whispering in his ear, near an Advent wre
