With Miss Carson
“Ryan, you have something to say to me?”
Yes, the directive... and Miss Carson is aware.
As secretary to the Executive Vice President, Miss Carson has influence. I cannot ignore, hasten my departure in announcing a scheduled meeting. Besides, in having printed out the cell phone photos, neatly arranging the file of extorting material, she has more than just an inkling of my lascivious behavior.
So I turn from the exit door, cloaking my distress with a forced smile, reluctantly stepping back to face her at her desk.
There’s a twinkle in her eye. Perhaps it’s my mind set but it appears she finds amusement in my emotional discomfort. It is for certain Ms. Jenkins told her what to expect and I am speechless, not knowing where to begin. Instead I find myself standing befor
