Secretary's Obsession

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mine as he looked at me. He was still

tried to gently pull him off while whispering and pushing him away, but he only tightened his ho

e always been this way? How about those who came before? Have they gone through

iles A, D, and E from the file room; I need them to be nicely organized

saying anything sincere, he sighed. I curtly nodded in response to the request, "Let me

iles were. I should have questioned him right away before I hurriedly departed

arby individuals. I noticed the blonde dude next to the filling station. He

ave me a lovely and cheeky grin as he gazed at me, appearing even more adorable.

rance. The question "What for?" I resisted the desire to scowl. He doesn't reply, in

you in finding the files? On my face, the biggest smile appeared. I'm glad to hear that.

f the cafe's booths inside the structure. I carefully massaged my sore sho

hed, concentrating on my sore shoulders. "Yeah, but it did take a lot of work t

chin. "Well?" Clifford kept repeating it, jolting me out of my reverie. Sorry, but my employer asked to have lunch with me today since we had som

if he did? My mind suddenly had a fantastic notion. Consider tomorrow. I'll make sure I can attend. His smile broadened, si

goodbyes while observing his little wink at me. I was too lost in my thoughts to notice my direction

ving me from the horrible fall I was about to experience. When I turned to face the ceiling, I noticed that my boss was staring down on me with a hint

my hands and seized them. "Let's go," he said, and I silently followed behind him, keeping a reasonable distance and sp

t a few minutes later. We got out of the car, and I went inside the opulent restaurant after him. At the front was a waitress. "Welco

one another since I was worried I could damage the costly food and upscale seating. She briefly left before coming back with two menu booklets for us

taurant. I also ordered a Soupe à l'Oignon and a Crevettes Sauce Boursin, while Mr. Cooper ordered a Magret de Canar

ously, I met his stare with the questions that had been drowning in my mind. As he passed, the waiter handed

nd turned to face him. My boss abruptly cleared his throat while glaring at the man, making me momentarily believe he was ill. I poked at my dish and took

t I was getting hungrier and my manners were slipping a little bit, because I always ate with etiquette. I took a drink of the

ous when the main course arrived, but it didn't seem to satisfy my need after the

ow, it's difficult to live independently for nine years; I worked at a mini-store before getting this job; college was awful for me; I was ridiculed for being adopted; I h

me and the money they had left me, which was useless without them. He spoke with just a tad

astonishment as he stared at the bill on the table. He handed me the bill back, obviously uninterested in it. I said, "I'

t give it to that waiter who served our appetizer." I was stuffed with the pricey dinner as we left the restaurant. I gave my boss a real g

away when I heard him yell my name as I was leaving. I gave him a stern nod and smiled as I left, sayin

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