Geta, Angely Mercado [simple ebook reader .txt] 📗

My entry for the Young Writer of the year contest.
“Hey Boss, have you heard from Chino lately?” I had asked the last time that I was called in.

Boss looked up at me from his seat. It didn’t matter if he was sitting or standing, being near Boss made my stomach clench. If I stayed in a room with him for too long, the sharp predator look in his sunken grey eyes made me feel like a rat in a cage.

“Chino who?” Boss had responded.

I remember that cold sweat dripped down my back, matting my t-shirt to my skin.