The Boss's Muse

10

Back at the company, I sat at my desk as usual and did the work Mr. Clark assigned me.

It wasn't until the colleague came over and quietly asked me where I had been all morning because she did not see me at lunch.

With guilt in my heart, I casually made an excuse.

The colleague lowered his voice and said, "Someone saw a woman getting out of Mr. Louis' car in the parking lot."

[...]

My hands on the keyboard trembled.

"Who?"

The colleague shook her head and said, "I didn't see it clearly, But everyone was gossiping about who that person was. She seems to be working for our company. They have already found out about it from the front desk."

What?

Their collective strength was genuinely astonishing.

When it was time to get off work, I grabbed my bag and slipped away, afraid that Mr. Louis would call me back if I ambled.

...

When I got home, the doorbell rang, and I was frying eggs.