I can't believe my eyes.
I stare at the screen for a few minutes and try my best to wrap my head around it all. My manager makes eye contact with me and walks over.
"Are you all right, Samantha?" she asks.
I nod but I'm not all right. I guess nodding to tell her I'm all right is the first lie I'm going to tell her.
The second lie follows. "I'm just trying to work out the exceptions list you gave me, Joanie."
"Okay, well, if you need my help, just let me know."
"Will do," I say.
I feel a little guilty. Joanie is going out of her way to help me with my career. I'm only eighteen years old now, but he thinks I'll be an assistant branch manager by the time I'm twenty-one, as long as I get my associate's degree by then.
I feel guilty because there are two lies involved.
First, I am
