She wore a sharp blue dress with thin black striping. Pale cream colored heels and gold earrings topped off her outfit. “Sit, Clarice,” Mr. Morning ordered. Anna pulled at the mid-thigh hem of her pencil skirt, trying to better cover her legs. The soft couch cushions made it hard for her to keep her skirt from riding up her thighs. “Mister Morning, I’m so sorry. I should’ve caught her sooner.” “True. More, if she had the proper respect for you as her supervisor, she’d have told you right away.” Morning put his hands together in front of him, appearing to inspect his platinum watch. “A thing like this could bring down a Branch Manager, you know.” Clarice Tolling sat forward in her chair, her face turning the same color as her shoes. Anna suppressed a giggle. At least I’m not the only one being yelled at today. “What can I do?” “The Employee Handbook gives you the right to punish her. Physically.” Anna shrieked inside. Not Tolling. She was older than Anna, in her forties and always a stickler for the rules.
