know the truth. There was no running or lying now, because I had screwed up big time. When my eyes met his my old boss, I froze and thought I would die from the lump that had lodged in my throat. Edward was tense, I could see his jaw clenched and from the judgmental and cruel way he looked at me, I was now certain that he would kill me . - Mom - Jhony stretched out his little arms, noticing my presence. - Emma - my name came out of Edward's mouth with a certain pleasure. - Did you lose something? - His voice sounded, full of sarcasm and hate.

My mother once told me never to play with a man's ego, or I would see the face of a monster. Well, I think I'm seeing one now and I'm in deep trouble. CHAPTER 1 3 Years Earlier I hate my boss, I hate him. my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss... The sheet was crumpled by the force with I was squeezing the pen and was surprised when it ripped, forming a hole in the middle. I didn't usually get this violent, only when I was stressed, like now. The elevator doors opened and the reason for my hatred appeared with a crooked tie and first buttons of the open shirt. Edward. And no, he wasn't Edward Cullen, it would all be easier if he were. I would be more than happy to share my workplace with a handsome, wise vampire, not a bossy jerk who only cares about looking down on his employees and having a good time. I'm not going to wonder why he doesn't comb his hair. , because he already knew and it wasn't important either, because Edward did his own thing and no one complained. He still looked "splendid" anyway. As usual, Edward woke up hungover from a night out and realized he was late, so He only had time to throw out the poor woman who had the misfortune of spending the night with him and pretending to be a decent businessman, coming to work at ten o'clock in the morning. Everything was going on normally in his rich little world. I closed the diary where I had scribbled all my I hate him because it was the only way I could stay sane in this damn company and not say what I think out loud. This job still pays my bills and it's the only chance I have of getting my book published. someday. I got up with the contracts that the damned man needed to sign and followed him to his office, being successfully ignored. The ordinary man didn't even have the good will to say good morning to me. It must be sad to be a bitter person. - Sir Miller, you need to-" "Bring me my coffee, Elisa," he ordered grumpily. I turned around, walking over to the coffee machine, praying to God to give me the strength to survive another day. The bastard was deliberately spelling my name wrong. or had some kind of amnesia, which drove me crazy because every name that started with "E" came out of his mouth except mine. "You need to sign this right now, for God's sake! The client can't wait any longer." - he said as I hurried into his office with the coffee. He was already sitting behind his clean and organized desk, thanks to me, because if it weren't for me, this place would be a pigsty. And of course we have a competent cleaning team, but I don't like mess, nor burdening others. Yes, I'm the kind of person who cleans the house the day before the cleaning lady comes. I may be a little OCD about cleaning, but I'm a balanced person. - Later, Emily. I have a terrible headache - Edward he complained. Why would that be? - And Emma - I corrected. - And you've been putting this off for a week now - I left the papers and the cup of coffee on his desk, along with some headache medicine. If Edward is in pain in my head, I will soon have it too, because he becomes unbearable and thinks I am some kind of maid or slave, but I believe he does not know that slavery has been abolished. - When did we change "sir" to "you"? - He asked, looking fixedly to my mouth. I looked at him confused and probably without hiding my expression of displeasure. I was at my limit today. - What? - Sir, it sounds more beautiful in your mouth. Son of a bitch, vulgar! No one with a vagina escaped his cheap pick-up lines, not even the female employees. I'm the only assistant to last more than two years at this company. The gossip that goes around the halls is betting on when I'll open my legs for Edward, because no one is immune to him. I took pleasure in making each of them pay with their tongues for each day I survived this hell, and I would never, ever let this man touch me. And if something like that ever happens, I could be taken to the mental hospital, because I will certainly not be in my right mind anymore. "Mr. Miller, please sign the papers." I sighed, feeling too tired. But he probably wouldn't mind, because Edward only cares about provoking every living thing on the planet, with me being the unlucky number one on your list. - What is the book about? - He asked, looking at the papers on his desk with disinterest. I was afraid that the company would go bankrupt. We were already losing a lot of customers and receiving complaints about the lack of sales. Edward didn't seem to care about that. A bottle of whiskey in his hand and a woman sitting on his lap was enough to make him happy. "I'm not going to publish it." "Of course you will, the author has already signed his part of the contract." I forced a smile, speaking through clenched teeth. . - When did I agree to publish this crap? I took a deep breath, telling myself that this damn hangover would pass and he would be less hateful. - Last week, on a Saturday night, when we stayed up late working to make up for the week you were gone. travel to Dubai - I tried to remind him. Actually, I was working, and he was drinking and badmouthing his father, because Edward was a gossipy, unloved drunk. He drank to fill the void in his chest because he was rich and too spoiled. And the