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"𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮." 𝐈 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭.
"𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?"
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When a stubborn, unmotivated twenty-year-old living a difficult life is in desperate need of another job to cover bills for her and...
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Well shit.
You have got to be kidding me.
My boss really just had to be the same asshole in the car, didn't he?
I take a few seconds to look at him properly this time. His black suit hugging his body in all the right places, prominently bringing out his bulging muscles under his sleeves. His black hair nicely styled , slicked back so you could see every feature on his beautiful face. You could see his jawline covered with a light stubble. His presence has such an affect on me, my legs suddenly feel weak.
Oh lord.
His mouth slightly opens as if he is about to say something but no words are able to form in his mouth.
He clears his throat, as well as shaking his head.
"May I help you?" He says, the deep husky voice once again sending chills right down through my whole body.
I break out of any trance I was in and try to keep my cool as if his voice didn't just affect me as soon as he spoke. "Oh um, yes. I was sent here because the receptionist told me this was the floor where the interview was being held but I can't exactly find the right door."
He has a confused look on his face, the looks at his watch on his wrist. "The interviews finished almost an hour ago. Why are you so late?" He questions, crossing his arms across his chest.
He's unbelievable. This man was the same one who got me late in the first place and acts like nothing happened! I decided to keep it cool.
I clear my throat. "I'm extremely sorry sir. But there was a blind bastard driving his car at a high speed who almost crashed into me. Not exactly my fault." I snap back.
He has a slightly amused look on his face then it vanishes. "Come, follow me then." He motions to where he is and begins walking.
Everyone around us seemed to have been frozen during our conversation and as soon as their boss as so much as glanced at them, they went on about their business and acted like nothing happened.
Damn, he's seems scary as fuck. I'll remember not to cross his path too much.
Well that's gonna be a problem won't it? You want to be his fucking assistant, genius.
Oh right.
He didn't even need to do anything for people to just start working again. To be honest, I think that if he asked them to worship him, they would fall at his knees with no question.
I try speeding up my walk, since his legs create long ass strides across the floor effortlessly, I'm not even short but I feel like he's even taller than a basketball player at this point.
I finally end up just behind him and make sure I don't trip and make a fool of myself as we enter his office.
An unknown rich scent fills my nose as the doors open and some air comes gushing in, and I observe the office before me. As we enter, there is a sage green colour painted on the wall with the door. A plant on my left and on my right a wall-length bookshelf filled with books of many sizes. If you look straight as you come in, there is a wall covered of floor-to-ceiling windows looking out towards the city. Just before that, there is a chestnut brown desk placed with a black wheel chair behind it and a plain brown (yet fancy looking) chair on the opposite end and surprisingly, the desk looks completely organised with no rubbish or papers scattered around.
