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🔥Chapter Three

🔞⚠️WARNING⚠️🔞

My Boss

Mr. Sullivan was my boss, and I started working in his small furniture store not so long ago. At first, I had no idea what was working in a place like that, until he taught me a few things.

Basically, he told me I need it to be friendly with everyone who steps foot inside the store. I thought that was easy to do.

Many others work in the same store even though he had two other furniture stores in the city.

Mr. Sullivan was married with three children. His wife was a piece of work, but he didn't seem like a happy man.

During the interview he specifically told me I must call him Mr. Sullivan because his wife prefers that. I thought it was cute though. Basically, everyone calls him that by the way.

However, I use a different tone of voice whenever I say his name. And every time I did that, he just returned me a lovely smile.

My first week working there, everyone was friendly and very helpful to me. Especially the men.

It was like they had never seen a woman like me. Well, I wasn't the most beautiful woman on the planet but sure they saw me like one.

Every day I wore sexy clothes, and my red high heels. Mr. Sullivan suggested I must wear nice clothes, so I thought I was doing great by wearing my best attire every day.

I've never met his wife, until one day Mr. Sullivan and I were getting a little too many hands on ourselves. That day when I finally met her, she seemed pretty upset over something.

Though, I pretended I was just working like the rest of my co-workers.

It was a Friday, and that day Mr. Sullivan called us in his office individually and gave us our check with our commissions of course.

When it was finally my turn to go to his office, he was on a phone call, but he was really upset. I overheard that the other person was upset as well.

"Mr. Sullivan, may I come in?" I asked.

"Yes, take a seat," he suggested. However, he stays in the call for a few seconds.

I sat down, and stared all over his office. It sure looked depressive. It didn't have any woman touched anywhere. But the one thing that wasn't hard to admire was his family portrait behind his desk.

"Cute family," I muttered.

He looked back at me and said. "Did you say something?"

"No, take your time." I responded immediately.

"I'll call you later Frank," he said as he hung up the call.

No clue to who Frank was...

"I'm sorry... Here is your check, and I want to say that so far you have done more than everyone else when they first got here. I don't know how you do it, but-" he was saying.

Until a phone call interrupted his conversation... It was annoying, but I stayed quiet.

He just looks at it and ignores the call. However, I noticed it was his wife calling him.

"wife Lauren calling..."

"So, I was just saying. Look, I'm very happy to have you here working for the Sullivans Furniture Store..." he added.

"It's my pleasure working for you; I mean for the store." I replied.

Mr. Sullivan got up from his chair and handed me my check. As I was grabbing it, he basically almost fell down when he tripped.