Don’t tell me you have never done it before. Don’t go pushing your glasses up your nose and flicking an imaginary speck off your business suit. You are not making eye contact, just staring at your screen typing away, mouth set in a grim line while I accuse you. Don’t lie to me. I don’t know why you are lying to me. When everyone has done it before.
You look up at me sharply when I say that. You subtly look both directions before giving me a slight nod to continue. And I do.
Go Bake Yourself 
