I hesitated for as long as I could remember, my mind darting everywhere, trying to figure out if I should do as instructed. Anthony was my boss. This was also my first day at work. A job that I was desperate about. Desperate to keep.
Letting out a deep breath, my eyes shut momentarily before my body pivoted. 180 degrees. My hands were still covering my boobs. My gaze moved, meeting his.
“Take them off,” his head slanted to the side.
“What?” I feigned ignorance.
“Your hands. You can’t wear a uniform with your hands covering your boobs,” he stated plainly. My face became red and hot as my hands slowly left my boobs. My boobs bounced at the impact.
Anthony threw the uniform over my shoulder. Carefully, he slipped my hands into it, and arranged the uniform properly, knotting the belt at
