Chapter 38: Slapping the Boss

Samuel strolled around his desk and came up beside me, his eyes glued to my chest with shameless intensity. I've always had a fuller figure, not overweight, just curvy. With the fitted suit I was wearing, my shape stood out more than usual, and clearly, it was giving this creep an excuse to stare. Every cell in my body wanted to slap him, but I reminded myself he was my boss. If I could avoid conflict, I should. "I appreciate the offer, Mr. Carter, but I'd rather earn my way through my own ability." I kept my tone calm and respectful, giving him no reason to complain. But my meaning was clear. He smirked, clearly not backing down. "Ambition is good. But when a better opportunity presents itself, you've got to know when to take it, right?" Then he reached out, placing his sweaty, stubby hand on my shoulder with the kind of grin that made my stomach turn. I flinched away and stepped back immediately. The nausea hit me hard, but what followed was white-hot anger. "Mr. Carter, I suggest yo