At my boss’s barbecue, her husband’s intense stares made my skin crawl. Then he walked up and whispered, “Meet me behind the house in 10 minutes.” I played along and was stunned to discover he thought we were
The smell of grilled meat and sweet barbecue sauce filled the air as I walked through Jill’s front gate.
A woman standing at an open gate | Source: Midjourney
It was my first company barbecue since starting the job three months ago, and I had to admit, my boss knew how to throw a party.
The late summer sun cast long shadows across her perfectly manicured lawn, where my still-unfamiliar coworkers lounged in camp chairs, paper plates balanced on their knees.
“Liz! You came!” Jill waved from her spot by the grill, spatula in hand.
