The CEO'S Maleficence

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p from his computer when I enter his huge corner office. Even though I k

quiline nose. Long face and squared jaw, like a model. Not that I was paying that much attention last night. Kinda hard when Charles kept

ng about Mr. Thornton. He doesn't even try to pretend he isn't staring at my boobs, no matter if Charles with me or not. At least Mr. Thors-a-lot waited till he caug

is interview is more important than ever. Which leads to the mantra I've been whis

but maybe I'd been wrong and that had been the secretary as well. Am I an idiot just standing here like a stalker and he doesn't even realize there's anyone in the room with him? "I'm here for the Personal Assistant interview?" A grunt is all that greets me in return. I stand awkwardly and look down at my shoes. I immediately

h it's the last thing I need to be focusing on right now. But God, the money. It's why I'm here. The

ot-and for a job I'm only remotely qualified for. Personal Assistant. I can do that, right? Assist a person. I'm great at th

d in. It looks almost like one of those futuristic sets for a movie. Everything is white, glas

... creative truth management on my resume would be putting it kindly. But doesn't everyone? And if I can actually pull this off... there wasn't a salary listed, it said full details would be offered at inquiry. But damn, who ha

uave vibe more than an overly muscled All-American football player way. No, he's sleek. The kind of guy you imagine standing in the shadows. Mysterious. Maybe smoking a cigare

ry forward, realizing I've just been standing here stu

ls. Don't f

t it's felt like fifty. God, I hope I don't have obvious sweat stains under

nny. You can just call me Penny. " Awesome, way to come across like a bumbling idiot. I just can't believe I'm me

's eyes finally ma

face. My excitement deflates. His gaze lands