Office Misconduct
When my boss discovers my stories and photos on Lush, things don't go like he planned.
It was late afternoon, and I was busy typing away at my desk when a deep voice behind me snapped me out of my work mode. “Raven, I need to see you in my office.” I looked up to see my boss Brad staring down at me, arms crossed across his broad chest. “OK, is something wrong?” I asked, due to the sharp tone of Brad’s voice. “Yes, but it’s a private matter. Just come to my office, and we can discuss it there.” Brad said wit...
