_ Terrible Liar _
"You're sixty minutes late to work."
CJ stops dangling the pencil and clasps his chin. He looks into my eyes, that cocky grin stuck on his face.
"Give me one valid reason why I shouldn't fire you."
Fire?
Does he want to fire me?
How the f**k am I supposed to tell him that my ex-best friend chose today of all days to lock herself up in my bathroom and I had to get a shower at my new neighbour's place.
Someone tell me that's a valid reason.
But I know he wouldn't believe me anyway.
"I said give me a valid reason!" He roars, standing from the seat.
I jerk back, startled.
"I... I..." I stutter, fumbling for an excuse. "My car broke down on the way and I had to get someone to fix it."
He moves closer, his hands in his pockets.
"You're lying."
How the f*
