There is this National service lady in our office, Pokuaa. We share the same office with our supervisor, a male in his late thirties. I’m a contract worker and have been here for the past two years.

On Val’s Day, this national service lady received cupcakes and flowers from an anonymous person. She called me and told me she was scared to eat it since she didn’t know who sent it. I convinced her that it wasn’t coming from a bad person so we should eat it. Our supervisor also added his voice so we shared the cakes and even sent some to those not in our office.

A couple of hours later, any package arrived. This was grand. A huge cake, a money bouquet, a bottle of champagne and a little box she didn’t open. I was interested in the cake so we started sharing it immediately. When I got to our supervisor, he frowned and said no. I told him to taste it since it was better than the first one. He shook his head. I insisted, “If you taste this one, you may think the first one we ate was kanzo. It’s nice.”

He didn’t take it but his frown didn’t make sense. I went around giving cake to everyone and they all took it with smiles. When I came back, he was still seated and wearing a heavy frown. He didn’t talk to us again until we closed. I asked Pokuaa what the issue was and she said, “Call me in the evening. I’ll tell you everything.”

The first gift was sent by our supervisor. Unbeknownst to me, he had been hitting on Pokuaa since she started service and used Val’s Day to consolidate his love for her. All the time I was calling the first cake kanzo, it was him who sent it. When Pokuaa told me, I screamed, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” She responded, “I didn’t know he was the one until the second one came.”

Since Val’s day, my supervisor hasn’t spoken to me. When I greet him, he doesn’t respond. When I submit a project, he refuses to comment on it like he used to. The problem here is that he will recommend me for a contract extension. Without his signature, I’m out of this office. And from the way things are going, he might not sign my recommendation. I didn’t do anything ooo. The cake he sent was OK until the other one arrived. If I knew he sent it, I swear I wouldn’t have called it kanzo.

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I’m tempted to apologize but Pokuaa tells me I shouldn’t because he has warned her that no one should know about them. Where do I go from here? This my mouth, hmmm. I’m sorry. I’m very sorry but who do I say this sorry to?

—Tricia

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