DEMETRIA

“I’m going out for lunch, I’ll be back soon,” I told my team in the kitchen.

“Yes, Bosslady!” they chorused, the sound bouncing off the tiled walls. I smiled at their enthusiasm, untying my apron as I made my way toward my office.

The sweet aroma of freshly baked pastries lingered in the air as I pushed open the office door. My purse was right where I left it, on the desk beside a stack of invoices I pretended I wasn’t ignoring. I slung it over my shoulder, turned ...