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nd out. "And this is my friend, Emerson, who I'm travel

e covers it. "Nice to meet you." He turns to

o is clearly loving this shit

ou were a wom

time I checked I was all

that out loud? Oh

is so

home. This i

marching off in that direction. My horrified eyes meet Em

s a fucking man,"

" She smirks, her

r. Masters?" I

urns.

"We... we are just going to use t

gn. I grab Emerson by the arm and drag her into the bathroom. "I'm not

okay. How did

ugh the emails quickly. I knew it. "

om her cubicle. "I would prefer to wor

is a shit idea. How the hell di

atter. You'll hardly see him, anyway, and you're not working weekends wh

the ca

rom my ears. "I'm going to kill y

mething else. I will get my phone sorted tomorrow and we can start looking elsewhere for ano

is a disaster, Em," I whisper. Suddenly every fear I had about t

to be one w

lift to hold h

iles as she pul

ror, fix my hair, and straighten

He's in his late thirties, immaculately dressed, and kin

d flight?" he asks a

hat sounded so forced. "Thank you

s with

he floor as she trie

h is lovin

urn to see a blonde man, and Emerson's f

her on the cheek and then turn

ters. "And this is..." I pause becau

finishes for me, addin

I fake smile

r God,

Mark and Mr. Masters, while I

s way." He gestu

. Oh God, don't

is ter

Emerson and Mark." H

my friend," Emerson whispers

ehind him as he walks to the car. Emerson pulls me int

ne. He's probab

t look nice

tool," Mark adds as he watches

mirk. I think her friend is more annoying than mine,

t like a gorilla.

bottom lip to hide my smile. This guy is a dick. We both look over t

artment details

hour. Tell your roommates I'

I go to Mr. Masters. He sees me co

ot even wait f

nto the VIP parking section. I

iends with my new boss has been thrown ou

resume and I have no fucking idea what I'm doi

s it open to put my suitcase in the trunk. He opens

eat. He wants me to sit in the b

man

tually pulls out into the traffic. All

ething? Try and m

will

e far from h

," he replies, h

He doesn't want a conversation. For

have the children, or we have a sm

se for a moment. "

driveway with huge sandstone gates. "I dr

perfectly kept grounds and rolling green hills. With every

an't do the rich thing. I have no idea what to do with polite company. I don't

o focus and the bloo