Chapter Sixty Seven

"Adella, there's something I've been meaning to ask you," Sinjin called out as she turned to leave his office.

She spun around, curious. "Yes, sir? You can ask me anything."

Sinjin hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Your outfits... over the past few weeks," he started, searching for the right words, "have been, well... inappropriate, to say the least. Is there someone here you're trying to impress?"

Adella felt her pulse quicken. So he had noticed. She'd been waiting for this moment, though she was careful to hide her satisfaction. "No, sir," she replied, her voice steady despite the lie. "I'm not trying to impress anyone."

Sinjin raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Really? Then why the skimpy clothing?"

Adella glanced down, suddenly self-conscious of her short skirt and the extra buttons on her blouse that she'd undone before entering his office. "Skimpy?" she repeated in a tiny voice, her face warming with embarrassment.

"Yes," Sinjin confirmed with a sigh. "I've tried not to