My Most Secretive Smile

The boss began to boss me which I love. I nodded with the fake smile I reserve for such an occasion. She is not trained. She has no idea what I do. But she thinks she is the boss, and not just of me. Of hundreds of others My friend walks by and gives me a weird look. I do not stick out my tongue but I want to. She walks by three more times, staring. The wall is glass so she can see me easily. Later she asks me what that was all about. I lie and say I do not remember. You had the weirdest smile on your face, she tells me. I have never seen that smile on your face before. Which is why we are friends.