My job is to sort the mail, filing it in the owner’s cubby. It was during my second week of employment that I recognized the CEO’s handwriting on a jewelry box. Peeking inside, I found a pair of jade earrings for the red-haired laughing receptionist. Those I deposited in her mail slot. Not my favorite gem. The next pieces, an opal brooch, and a diamond tennis bracelet, slipped into my apron pocket. I’ll keep them for a rainy day. He’s probably figured me out. I’ll be fired. I see the way my husband stares at my accessories over family dinner.
Paul A. Freeman
15/3/2024 11:07:16 am
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