PROLOGUE:
I knocked on the large double doors. The sound thumps like my beating heart. Loud like a bounding pulse.
No answer.
Like the fluttering echoes of my heart palpitations that match against my insecurities.
He usually acknowledges his visitors, but he’s been quiet today, and I’ve been thinking of the unimaginable consequences.
I knocked again.
Slightly louder this time.
I know he’s in his office.
“Come in,” he finally replied. It’s too direct and firm.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
I take a deep breath.
I’m preparing myself for a possible conversation. I’m hoping it’s just a simple goodbye so I can go home and get much - needed rest. Instead, I’m dreading many outcomes.
I opened Mr. Ramirez’s door, my boss and CEO of the company. His broad stature sits behind his black marble desk with a thick coat of glass as a tabletop.
He’s writing with his fancy black pen.
“Sir, um, I’m leaving,” I reported. “Is there anything you need before I close up the office?”
He shakes his head as he signs his final draft. His full concentration is on the documents he’s filling out. His black, stylish hair barely moves from his fast head movement. It’s the cold, calculated blue eyes that trouble me into heart palpitations, but he never lifts his head to look up at me.
“Okay, Sir,” I replied.
I started to back up.
The chicken shit in me retreats.
I turn back slowly, grabbing the door handle, and before I turn back around to close the door quietly, he’s holding my red panties up by the end of the fancy black pen.
