"What on earth were you doing with that girl?" Melissa's voice sliced through the heavy silence, laced with a venomous irritation that made the air feel instantly suffocating. Her eyes narrowed into sharp, scathing slits as she glared down at Alvin, practically radiating disapproval.
Alvin let out a sharp, bitter scoff. Rolling his eyes, he turned his back on her and stepped out of the pantry, the urge to walk away almost overwhelming. He loathed the idea of entertaining her dramatic interrogation, but outright ignoring her wasn't an option. As much as he despised it, Melissa was the senior executive secretary—a position that placed her comfortably above him on the corporate food chain.
Only after ensuring the dimly lit corridor was clear of prying eyes did Alvin finally turn to face her. He glanced frantically to his left and right, double-checking the hallway one last time before lowering his voice to a hushed, defensive hiss.
