Sorry for Being Brutally Honest

Summary

I have always been the type to take people at their word. In fact, I've never been good at reading between the lines.

Back in middle school, a girl deliberately slipped a cheat sheet into my hand. "Hold this for me. The teacher's coming," she whispers.

She probably expects me to panic and stuff it into my pocket.

Instead, I raise my hand. "This belongs to her. She just put it in my hand," I declare.

Years later, after I start working, a new manager begins auditing the accounts.