"Hello, sweetie, how are you?" Anne sweetly smiles at me as I finally see her for the first time since I've arrived to work. She bends and starts helping me restock the shelves.
"I've been good. Really good, actually." I answer.
"Oh, has Tom something to do with that?" she asks me, and my smile fades a bit.
"No, actually, I've ended things with him." I reply. Over the time she became my friend and we tell each other a lot of things, she doesn't really feel like a boss to me, more like a mother.
"Oh. Honestly, sweetie, I'm glad about th
