When my boss asked me to take his eighteen-year-old daughter to prom, I thought I was simply doing him a favor. I was nineteen, working at his food-packaging company and helping my single mother pay the bills. He offered extra money after claiming his daughter’s date had canceled, so I agreed. But halfway through prom night, Georgia showed me a shocking text from her father: “Remember our agreement. Don’t make things too easy for him.” That’s when I discovered the entire evening was secretly a test for a promotion. …. Continue Reading 🔽
