YVONNE'S P O V
Slam.
“Holy flying fish brains, Yvonne!” I slapped a hand over my mouth, my eyes as wide as saucers.
“Yvonne” Mr Voss called softly from behind the door.
I slammed the door in his face. My very rich, very powerful, very Capable to fire me by the end of today boss
A sob slipped out from me but it was muffled by the hand over my mouth
“Yvonne” Mr Voos called again, softer than the first time. The sound of his voice suggested he was leaning close to the door.
I forced myself to speak. “Sir”
Somebody kill me now and slowly too, I deserve it. How can I be making mess after mess all the time? It's been barely three days and I've managed to earn myself a lifetime of shame and humiliation.
Tears welled up in my eyes. How do I explain his photo on my laptop? How do I expla
