Once His Nightmare, Now His Employee

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h knell. A level of reckles

ionist noted dryly, her voice dripping with condescension. This time, I did

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moothly. "Besides, you can't call

k. Her lips tightened, but she swallowed the r

your office, but the Boss n

a blackout spiral the day she was assigned personali

ttle closer,

nt to save the sarcasm for the clients. I wonder who made you receptionist with a f

sh. But she

't need to. Her expression already told me sh

had meditated, practiced yoga, even repeated affirmations in the mirror

steady even as I felt something sharp and nameless clawing

tured

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th a tinge of

yes that coul

e boss? Like...

e not realized

ity, like the floor bent ben

e was the same man from Hall Thre

uldn't even read a

your past back in your face

through the fog of my thoughts, sharp and amused. That singl

sent, practically stumbli

ped away like I wasn't even there. A del

amiliarity that unsettled me. Like I had kno

he looke

ouch your skin-they

hose eyes doing something

s flicking everywhere but his. I

eplied, motioning to the

l for my body. "Thank you so much for this opp

ook it without hesitatio

birthmark. Just

world...

, something bitter and cracked a

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f the Year. Got a tattoo to

down the kid who seemed to piss me off for

. "It's not

all the clichés-I had power. And I abused it. No on

I smirked, and

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his hand a

mark," he sai

"Whatever you

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That same damn

I was seventeen, cruel, and venomous, lording

holding his hand in that han

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lently. I dropped hi

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for the perfect time to

or being the villain i

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poetic hel

p in my throat, kee

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, he could destr

ng told me.

mooth like silk wrapping around a blade. "I have a f

hat w

ional interest. It was personal history-lac

n," he said, sitting back with relaxed menace. "You ge

ockets, clenching my fist

lm. Controlle

into a job-I was steppi

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