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sin to inspect them. After all, she was the one who worked for a huge fashion b

ish you could get it." Imogen looked up from her coffee to reply. "So neither?

promotion is hers." I gave her a look. "I don't want to come off as too coc

dy knows that." She raised one shoulder in a shrug. "There's nothing cocksure about

this." Mo said. "Thank you." I beamed. "Okay, I'm gonna go get dressed and ready." "I'm gonna bake you a cake. Chocolate or ca

ing while her own children could barely even boil an egg. "Both." I beamed at her. "You can go halfsies. One side chocolate, one side carrot. A hybrid cak

Getting a job there right out of college had literally been a dream come true for

ort. Mo was right, I deserved this. I slipped into the bathroom. I brushed, shampooed and conditioned my hair and took a thorough shower in skin scalding water. I had cu

ed curls. I did a quick facial skin care routine before applyin

conquer the world. I loved it. Winking at my reflection, I

you how much I love you?" I asked as I settled into the stool. "Not enough." She grinned. "I'v

t, Leora." Mo grinned. "I bet my over fifty year old boss gets more horizontal fun in a week than the both of us combined get in a year." "Your boss is a very stylish and famous millionaire. I'm not even s

ce in your life is desperately needed and you can't use work as an excuse right now." "Fine.

babe.""Break some legs." She called out as I left the apartment. I was too

act that the guy in the elevator didn't hold it for me and I had to wait extra minutes for the next one could br

. "Thank you. I got it from an online shopping platform, I'll send you the link. There's a sale going

on his cast so he's ecstatic right now." Jason grinned. "Let's just h

table. I didn't mean to brag, but everyone at this office kinda adored me. I g

iend and she was right. It was a natural charm I had gotten fr

ntrol my excited grin but I was sure I failed. Kendra chuckled. "girl, you deserve this." She said, "Go in there and get

was always available to us. Hugo Dunner was the best boss anyone could ask for. Not only was he super nice,

pped my head to the side to see Mikel, the human version of a bag of shit sitting on Mr. Dunner'

Which frankly meant nothing and didn't have anything to do with a promotion. Years of service didn't mean you had serv

ten an acceptable story in years and the few he had turned in were more tales and gossip than actual stories. When I had newly gotten employed, he had made him fetch him coffee countless times till I ha

bout it. "We both know this promotion is mine. I deserve to be chief editor." I growled. "Then prove it." Mikel said, raising a challenging brow."

e that good, this should be easy peasy for you. Unless you're scared of actually going against me."

e a full story about the ins and outs, the workings, the motivation behind the company. You have two weeks, your time starts on the fifteenth and

at Mikel. "I'm going to beat you fair and square, again, and th

only I could hear it. "whoever loses, has to leave th

e, now, would you really want to work under me? Because you can bet your ass

wondering what the fuck I had just agreed to and cursing myself for being so foolish. I could just bet that t

houlders. "You'll beat him again. Mikel wouldn't know how to write a good story if it hit him in the face, and you've b

g to do in two weeks what he hadn't done in ten years of work for Keit

y to agree to a journalist digging into them with their permiss

re me this win. How I was going to weasel my way into such

my