The Asshole App (Expanded Version) ✅ Wattys2023

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Several interns' mouths fell open while a silky-haired blonde at the opposite end of the row eyes glazed as she leaned forward in her seat. Agitated murmurs erupted in the room when he put his immaculate male model hands on the top of the podium and focused on a cluster of young women. "Don't be shy, ladies."

Scanning the group's anxious faces, he rubbed the rough stubble along his sculpted jaw between his forefinger and thumb. "None of you geniuses want to blow me?" He raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. A shiver ran up Evelyn's spine as his gaze lingered on her. "Fine." He frowned as he brushed luxurious hair off a high forehead. "Let me rephrase the question. Which one of you Oompa-Loompas is going to blow my socks off today?"

A low hiss startled Evelyn. "Oompa-Loompas? What a vulgar imbecile." Beside her, Lori was ranting in a hushed tone. "I don't know which is worse, his name calling or his coded demands for sexual favors. Do you think he was serious about getting a BJ?"

Evelyn placed her leather binder and phone opposite the coffee tray on the chair's side table. "Buffy seemed ready to jump into action," she whispered. A smile twitched the corner of her lips as she assessed the eager blonde's body language. She tucked a loose strand of chestnut hair behind her ear. "It's hard to tell since Mr. Sinclair's not a natural comedian."

"Comedian?" Lori grimaced. "He's an entitled prick whose sense of humor stinks—and has always stunk."

Evelyn opened her mouth to respond, but Lori silenced her with a wave of her hand. "Alright, that was uncalled for, but you get my point. He's a narcissistic jerk ass who loves mind-fucking his subservient underlings. Everyone hates him."

"You can say that again." In one fluid move, Charlotte Grayson flicked tightly coiled braids over her shoulder. The sloe-eyed beauty was twenty-two, but swore she had found a gray hair intertwining her sable tresses the prior week. Her sculpted eyebrows drew together. "Everyone kisses his ass because they're terrified of him."

Not everyone.

A dreamy smile lifted the corner of Evelyn's mouth as she imagined Sinclair's hot breath on the most sensitive parts of her anatomy. It was true Raymond Sinclair's name was synonymous in the tech industry with a gulag work ethic—his arrogant behavior was legendary—but he was also a spectacular innovator. She had read all of his technical research papers. His brilliance was what had attracted her more than his money.

Sinclair had grown CENTIEN from the ground up into a behemoth company that dominated every market in the personal computer world. Early in his career, his Silicon Valley based company had perfected a proprietary gateway technology that addicted users onto multiple devices. Loved and hated by colleagues, his charismatic face had been plastered on every tech advertisement in the business world for the last decade. He had been named man of the year three times, beating out the pope and Elon Musk. Evelyn found his ruthless bad boy arrogance intoxicating. Aroused, she stroked her gold stud earring against the lobe of her right ear. Of course, you had to break a few rules to get to the top in this cutthroat industry.

Reading her thoughts, Lori rolled her eyes. "Pull your head out of your crotch, Evie. He may be brilliant and have a chiseled chin, but Sinclair's Batman's evil twin. A damaged billionaire who's never had a real relationship. No matter how hard you try to please that maniac, he'll never be Superman and you'll never be his Lois Lane."

Evelyn raised her chin. "Why not earn my success and marry a rich man?" Her eyebrows drew together at the competitive blonde's generous display of cleavage. The brazen intern who had leaned forward at the blow job reference was shameless—flaunting her assets—specifically her perfect, D-cup breasts—in a tight, keyhole peep sweater. "I'm not Buffy Gates," she said in a hushed tone. "My family's not politically connected, but I refuse to sleep my way up the corporate ladder." Her voice rose above a whisper and Charlotte rolled her eyes. She inhaled and straightened her spine. "I'm not bragging, but my research on senior citizens and their tech use is my Golden ticket into this company. With any luck, after they assign the Marketing position next week, I'll be shadowing Mr. Sinclair."