A short story for mature readers.

“A retail worker is confronted by harassment allegations.”

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the break room at two thirty. morris wong, fifty two, sits next to chigane, another dime a dozen teenaged filipina with a potmarked face buried in her phone. morris’ warm congee scented breath can be felt on her shoulder but she doesnt recede. she leans in to him instead, laughing, pointing out the funny cat on her feed. joseline walks by and morris straightens himself, waking chi out of her digital stupor.

are you still coming to celias party tonight?

i told you no already. his accent is milder then his looks suggest.

why not?

we talked about this already.

i know.

its just not appropriate.

i know. she bats her mascaraed eyes. morris is a fool for her eyes.

then why do you keep asking?

i don’t know.

i want us to be more open too, just not yet. you know what people will say. she recedes, expecting a different result. hey morris?

he looks up to see steve, the colossi store manager. he has their full attention.

what’s up?

can i see you in my office?

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