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Chapter 2 His Secretary

Word Count: 1205    |    Released on: 17/07/2025

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and twe

d the thing I said I'll never do. Ag

m off your mind when

just shove it down where all my

y dream company - The building is so ta

technically, it might. The glass exterior mirrors everything: traffic, tourists, pedestrians, the massive LE

ewalk and inhale.

breathe." I

rt. Internship at the biggest enterprise in Las Vegas. It's everything I work

at the front security panel.

athtaking marble floors. People in neutral colored suits moving like blood t

n Apple headset greets me in the lo

not to sound like I jus

. You're assigned to the Strategy & I

ride is fas

eryone in this building knows something I don't. Like they were born weari

pace featuring chrome desks, massive touchscreen boards, a floor-t

tucked under his arm. He looks like he's in late th

?" he

." I answer, al

Strategy. Welcome aboard.

voice just a touch too high.

rd the team bullpen. "Let

Product Forecasting, Risk Oversight - and it all spins in

desks where a few team me

ntern," David introduces

ly, "Hi. I am J

rn, polite

u this quarter," he continues, "le

r burst

y senior in rank, strides in with the ki

orry to i

tens. "Of cou

sed his secretary. We need a temporary repla

nks. "Uh.

ick to me.

, already assessing me like a f

r, half-answer

the new

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e promoted.

e gives me an awkward shrug. "You said you wa

. Exposure wasn't suppose

l says. "He

catches the murmurs and whi

became CEO, and he's already sack

o her," anot

. She just

A ne

w about this

for skipping your research just to su

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heart too loud, and my brain too aware of how this place

ator. The numbers climb

re going to faint, June.

floor and stops, causing my

tinted glass. The carpet here is thicker, I

"There. Good luck, and please don't get fired

had just presented bait to

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just

it. Am I supposed to push or pull? I tried

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ves rolled to the elbows. Looking out the window like he owns the horizon. Which,

hose shoulders. That veiny arms is familiar, too fa

s, and I forge

-gray eyes, like

man, from the hotel. From

me and I try

e silence spreads like a crac

but his jaw tenses, jus

op breathing

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ameplate in front of him: He

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