Slap The Freaky Boss

Hot freezing chills ran through my body. I couldn't believe my ears as she told me about her secret dealings with the boss.

Sola is a few years older than me, and a beauty to behold. Her silky skin glows like the golden rays of the sun rising. Her body curves are just like a coke bottle. The radiant of her smile soothes a depressed soul.

She was my crush during our secondary school day but became my best friend later on. History could not erase our friendship or thwart our future as besties.

As we tolled together, Sola got a job with a marketing firm while I majored in freelance writing. In less than two months of this new phase, Sola bought a car, got a four-bedroom apartment, and got more dazzling.

I couldn't help but stare at her while we met the other day at the mall. We sat down to talk over plates of ice cream and strawberries.

"My boss sleeps with me and introduces me to new clients so I can meet with my quota"
Those words were heavy in my ears. I asked her to repeat herself, then she burst into tears.

She held my hand and stood up for a hug. I looked her in the eyes and saw someone that needed a hug.

I saw sincere regrets in her but what options does she have?
Should she continue to grease the palms for cracked nuts or smash both the palms and nuts?

Left for me I will slap the boss and damn the consequences.

It's not worth it.