Secretary's Obsession

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s twisting with fear, and the cool water reliev

g in my closet, but the straightforward white dress I had hidden felt appropriate for the situation. I

stop, a few passengers got off. I rushed inside in an effort to find a seat amidst this crazed throng. When I finally came to

kled my skin, and I wished I had brought a jacket. The interior was enormous, with walls that reached the painted-go

e know my name? "Yes, Ms. Morgan, it takes place on the top floor." I played around with my fingers; what was the highest floor? Her hands were stroking th

rembling in my voice as I introduced myself as Sofia and tried to hide the terror that was whirling inside of me. I laughed as I

was the only applicant, the likelihood of my finding stable work was now significantly reduced. " Please pick a seat and make

were most of us female? There were a few men seated near us, but not as many as there were women. Sofia said, "We'll sta

I was certain were angry, but the majority of them were angry, muttering to themselves and glaring as they did

. Before stepping aside to allow me to enter, she grinned at me and tilted her head to the side. As soon as the door shut behind me, I shuddered since the atmosphere was

ed for me to take the seat in front of him. As I sat down, holding my breath, the velvety chair began to squ

es and his eyes. "But I like the quiet ones; usually they're screaming inside their heads," he said, turning h

, it was impossible to tell that he was happy because his smile lacked warmth. "Ms. Morgan, was I right? I might as well

ing as he reclined in his chair. I said, "I like that," disregarding the informal way he addressed me. Instead, I focused

can call that joking, all he did the entire time was smile and make jokes with me. "Am I ineligible? You haven't even properly asked me; you just "You are quali

on on him. "Thank you, sir." By the way," I paused and looked at him, thinking, "How am I meant to work for a man like this?" You can address me as Mr. Cooper or

ender muscles hidden beneath the sharp suit he wore, and fixed black hair as dark as charcoal, he had a good

gazing at me with a curious expression on his face, but I hadn't noticed. I scurried to the door, slipping awkwardly. I shouldn't have worn

light of stairs I hit my head on for blood. The chair scraped, and I could hear approaching footsteps. "You are awkward," When I turned to face him, he

hile his face in front of me was reduced to a cloud. Grace, I'll ruin your life if you pass out in front of me." I laugh

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