|won best short story 2020|
Michael is the CEO of a successful business organization who earns millions annually. He hires a new worker, Geneva, in place of the one he recently fired. Love affairs, sex, betrayal, drama and more take place and in the...
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Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ʀɪɢʜᴛ?
Omniscient~
Michael stared at Geneva who stared right back at him with that same grin stuck to her pretty face. It was 8:30am—well into the early morning. The steaming cup of coffee moistened Michael's skin as it sat right under him on the table. He mixed it lightly with his straw and tapped his fingers onto the table patiently waiting for his other workers to arrive
They were late. Which he hates.
Geneva tilted her head to the side as she watched him take a sip of his coffee. "You like it, Mr. Jackson?" She asks and he put it back down in front of him. "It was made with extra love, from me." She winked and he rolled his eyes inwardly before pushing back his chair standing up
"Where are your coworkers? They're supposed to be here by now." He pointed out, walking over to the window—the big view of LA. Geneva shrugged her shoulders with another grin. "I don't know." She replied. "Must've been caught in traffic."
He exhaled and walked back to his seat to swirl his coffee some more—which Geneva made for him. He was about to take another sip before he paused and glared at her. "Why'd you make this coffee for me?" He asked and she sat back in her chair and shrugged once more. "I don't know, Mr. Jackson. Maybe to get on your good side."
"Good side." He repeated sensually. "Hm." He hummed. The coffee was good. He knew she was trying to be some kind of a "pet" like a "teacher's pet" towards him. Sucking her way up to be his favorite. Sadly it was working-
"It's good right? Added extra sugar—with love." She added and he inhaled before cutting his eyes to her, placing down the coffee. "Quit throwing around that word, Ms. Arias. Isn't safe."
"Love?" She questioned. "Oh don't flatter yourself, Mr. Jackson." She placed her hand onto her chest. "Just a friendly favor. That's all." She smiled
He squinted at her again before the door opened, revealing Destiny who came in juggling stacks of paperwork. "Destiny," Michael called to her, almost making her drop the things in her hands. "Where are my workers? I don't have the patience for this shit. Today is a busy day."
Destiny kicked the door closed with her heel and walked over to his desk at the corner of the room. "W-well they were supposed to be here a little while ago s-sir-"
"So why aren't they?" He asked her and she looked around nervously, possibly trying to think of an answer that would please him but she just shrugged. "I-I don't know sir?"
