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ll of the other women in the office gossip about his escapades and wonder if a nice face was all it took. I'd had my fair share of unpleasant men in the past

erved as a passageway to him. His voice was laced with sycophancy, but it wa

ning, Mr.

r him I'd never felt so small. I'd worked as an intern for T.E.R.O.Z International Group for six months. But since his resolution to make life miserable for me, I'd taken to wearing hee

late, not once, but left it to him to make a thing of it the first time it happened. I managed to slide past him, put my handbag a

e. I had to call Mattias Rocco personally to let him know we were, in fact, going to proceed with the proposal as written. In other words, I've done your job and mine this morning. Surely, even with a 'disaster morning' you can manage eight a.m

during a convention the first month we worked together and walked in to find him sweaty and shirtless next to the treadmill. He had a face that any male model would kill for and the most incredible hair I've ever seen on a man. Freshly fucked hair. That's what the girls downs

warned him from calling my English tr

stand the burden I placed on you by making you manage a fax machi

" he replied with a cock

period just so you know"

He leaned to my ear level, flicked his tongue slightly across my earlobe, and whispered "Y

r lost this morning by preparing a comprehensive financial position statement from their values for the six months you've spent here... If you're going to man

't ask you to bring me here, did I

still haven't figured out why" he tsk

ll had months to finish my splurges once the contracts were signed . . . which they weren't-they hadn't even been fully drafted. Now, with everything else on my plate, he wanted me to put