A Game With the Boss

ns. My mother had exquisite taste; art was her passion. She always baked me delicious chocolate chip cookies. When my sister was born, I was very happy. I would have a little sister! I s

to support us. I never had to work or ask

ttack, leaving us all devastated. Our dreams

osed with breast cancer. We caught it early, but it cost us a lot to

worked double shifts. My sister's condition worsened, so I had to turn to some of my father's friends for help, but they didn't lend a hand. It was to be expected: appearances c

e humiliation, disdain, excesses, and countless other things, all while dealing with a horrible boss. Well, he wasn't a horrible man, not at all. He was six feet tall, with a sturdy build. His light brown eyes were like honey. His hair was like him-r

d my black-rimmed glasses take away from my face. So, it's logical he wouldn't notice me. He calls me "the crow" because, according to him, I'm a gray wo

r, and had to keep track of his shopping, house arrangements, and the cherry on top: covering his dates. On Tuesdays, he went out with brunettes; Wedne

r-I think her name was María, Remata, or Maira, I don't remember well. John was the middle brother, very grounded. He wasn't known to have a girlfriend; everyone said he was gay. I honestly doubted it because, during one of my missions at the dry cleaner, I found him being ver

he folders for the new contracts prepared. I needed to take the clothes to the dry cleaner, but that w

o you need?" -I asked

sult me this early. Come to my office, or have

idn't understand how

m on my way,"

k, crossed myself, a

ng at nine with the Mexicans.

it down; we

respectfully, though inside I

lationship. Hard to believe, but everyone know

ouldn't take it anymore. Had I h

rth, Mr. Duncan. You're a 'damn scoundrel!' That's wh

ped with venom. Years of hatred had accu

mple contract. I'll pay you a good sum, so take it

uldn't believe what he was saying. I had worked hard a

e because I won't m

d that nickname with great effort. And if you don't accept, consider this your dismissal. You

it, so I quit

n I hope you die i

e office was his laughter. After so