I had done wrong. I had done wrong again, for the first time in ages. Another mistake, another lecture. Another time to look into his eyes and contain myself from melting onto the office floor of the man I have given all of myself to. "Myra. Do you understand what you've done wrong this time, and what it means for you?" My boss sat at his desk, looking at me intently, almost an amused sparkle in his lovely yet intimidatin...