The Mafia's one night stand wife

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e. My first day at my first job. I did an interview for the position of the Creative d

here if I just exercise more patience. The creative dire

y thing Amanda had done for her family. She has been married three times and gotten most of her husbands' money from the divorce. She

n but requested for another one so, she recommended me.

n't even sure what she meant. I like her though-she isn't all nice but I like her. She is hard working and respects her employees. She h

w job. I don't want to make a bad impression on my first day. And punctuality it so im

ths. I take the bus down to the fashion house. I arrive fifteen minutes before the time we'r

more like an open space rather than a room but I love it. Can't complain since it's my first job after my masters and

ve everything about my little office. I love my desk, my pen, my paper works. I

idea what I'm doing. I have to wait until Ann shows up and gives me a heads up on what we're supposed to do. I hear

's shoe. I raise my head to look at him and he was smiling at me. I feel relieved that

He's moderately handsome. He has a thin and firm jawline with pointed nose and slim, plump lips. He has big brown eyes with thi

s briefly as he dropped a cup I am hoping it's coffee on my desk.

eart and gives me more courage. I smile at him and look at the cup. It has 'welcome

a careful sip of it. He nods in acknowledgement, smiling down at me. He sta

uess I have to wait until Ann comes in. I hate that she didn't sleep at home last night. S

then she looks at me. My heart flipped because of the revolting look she sent my way. What have I

next to mine. Her desk was just beside mine-this work is just going to be amazing.

ng gaudy giggles. Roman waves at us and left in hurry. I don'

s her purse. She heaves a sigh as

t the coffee and nodded. I want it but it seems like Ann

es another sip. I watch her finish

he's a bitch. So, beware of her because she's a bitch." Ann seemed exhaust

s a bitch," I say

all day. I want to see if I can shift the two till Wednesday but it seems like she has to attend all four meeting because they all p

ing but it was too much. The most important one is 'do not disturb Amanda' when it's her breaktime

you'd go through it," she says, typing away from her

riend or my nagging mother that I guiltily hate seeing her calling or texting. It's always not good when she does either of the

e it's a text from my boyfriend. Haven't spoken to him this morning so he texted to ask about my first day. It's barely nine it the mornin

been with Chris since college and he has helped me a lot back then. I bel

I was going to be paid monthly plus wardrobe allowance. I don't believe that be

nickily dropped the phone and got to my feet. It was Amanda and I hate myself for getting carri

nd out. I lower my head down until she walks away. The clicking sound of her heels matches w

ooking at me and I knew she was talking to me. I nod vigorously, sittin

ight now," I say to her. She takes

eez," I murmured and fall in my sit. The air conditioner was blasting just toward the right angle but I was already sweaty everywhere. I

my forehead on the desk. That hurts! I wince, getting back up and massaging the thro

r her breath as she fiddled with her fingers. This isn

ne during working hours please. It's against the Amanda's policy.

wild and playful type, I never knew

I don't know

hair and bent to my computer screen. She searches Amanda's email address and forwarded the schedul

was a bit silent today and it's unlike Ann to be silent. She's the talkative whi

on us like a nosy neighbor," she explained

t side of the high wall, facing us. I groaned because it was directly at me. This is grea

we'd open our own fashion house because it's been our dream to. I want this dream to come

ag while shopping. Two hours later, Amanda comes out of her office and

dress to be as simple but glamorous as possible. Amanda asked i

uld be the meanest person in the world but only when she's stressed or has a deadline approaching. Ann and I on

e the bride was head over heel