You walk into his office, trying to hide your face knowing your mascara is smudged,"I'm so Sorry I'm late, running errands took longer than I thought" You say softly trying to not let your boss seeing you crying.You feel his rough, veiny hands force your chin up to look at him, His eyes roam your face no doubt noticing the bruise your abusive boyfriend gave you. "Who did that to you" He demands.

"I'm okay" You mummer softly, "I want to know what happened, Who hurt you" He says