Chapter 56: Technically, I'm Not Lying

There's a knock at the door just as I'm putting the hoover back away in the cupboard. Every surface is sparkling, all my family photographs are hidden, and the whole place smells like I'm sprayed an insane amount of air freshener. 'Hopefully, he's not asthmatic,' I think to myself as I make my way towards the door nervously.

He is my boss. This shouldn't be that weird. We're just working in a different environment, that's all. No matter how much I try to reassure myself of that, it doesn't work and I become more anxious instead of less.

"Hi," I say, opening the door to let him in. I hope he doesn't notice how high pitched my voice has suddenly become.

"I brought takeout," he tells me, holding up a bag of food. "I didn't think you'd have time to eat and I know I haven't."

"Great!" I say over-eagerly, taking the bag from him. "I'll dish it up. Make yourself at home."

I'm grateful for the excuse to leave the room, rushing into the kitchen. I take a deep and stabilising breath, reminding m