One night stand with my boss

Ella

"Here you go, Mr Jones" I say as I placed his cup on his desk.

This is my first year at Alexandra Corp. My boss, Kenny, a middle-aged man with graying hair and a growing bald patch, exudes an attitude that could easily dampen even the happiest of people's days. Managing it has become second nature to me at this point.

When I initially joined, he instructed me to wear makeup and stop looking terrible all the time. I wore pumps to the office because they were comfortable, but I was told I had to wear heels or risk getting fired. Now I'm stuck wearing them all day, even though my feet hurt. I'll do anything to keep this job.

The only issue I have with him is when he assigns me tasks like going to the store for his household items or walking his dog. I am not your partner, spouse, or servant. Do it yourself, damn it.

As I head towards my desk, I'm suddenly interrupted by a furious roar emanating from Kenny's office. I remain frozen in my seat until I heard "Miss Morrison, come in immediately."

As I get up from where I'm sitting, all I can think is, what have I done?

I have never heard Kenny swear until right this second, swearing up a storm as I walk inside his office.

His face is beetroot red when I look at him. If it were possible, steam would be pouring out of his ears.

"Is everything OK, boss? My nerves are causing me to fidget with the hem of my top.

"Care to explain this, miss Morrison? " He asks while turning his laptop, so I can see the screen.

To my surprise, I see a list of messages between me and my best friend Jessica on the screen, but I rarely message anyone on my phone, especially not her, since we see each other every day.

"Mr Jones, I'm sorry, but I do not know what that is”. I gestured toward the screen.

"Cut the bullshit Ella. It's right here in front of my eyes."

His angry expression is so intense that it makes me want to flee the room. I struggle around men, especially when they are angry.

Mr. Jones, I want to assure you that I did not send those messages. That's not at all what I would say. I'm not that kind of person, especially since you're my boss, they're fake.

"Why would someone send me this if it was fake?"

He doubts my words, but I sense his uncertainty.

"I can't answer that because I do not know" I would never do such a thing.

"You have a minute to tell me the truth. If you don't, I will fire you."

This man is incredibly infuriating. Why doesn't he trust what I'm saying? Since I started working here, I have always been honest. I believe telling the truth is the only way. If you lie, then you have to keep lying for that and it's a vicious circle your stuck inside.

"Mr Jones, if you're going to fire me, then go ahead because I will not lie about something I have not done."

It's hard to believe, but his face turns an even deeper shade of red than before.