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Andrea's head hurt; He felt that his secretary's madwoman had broken some bone in her.

"What's wrong with you?!" You almost killed me with that stick," he exclaimed, caressing his forehead, which was hurting like hell.

Amber didn't know what to do at that moment, an immense desire to laugh overwhelmed her, because her dear boss looked really frightened by the beating, she had given him.

"Do you want to laugh?" Oh, tell me, are you laughing Amber Rodriguez? He pointed his finger at her, trembling. He looked like he had been a little scared.

"Excuse me, boss, really excuse me," he laughed, holding back the laughter he felt at seeing his boss stagger. I thought it was...

"Who?!" Are you crazy Amber?! Do you think Jackie Chan is going around spewing like crazy?! He shouted, annoyed, trying to adjust his tie and his composure.

"You're to blame, too, you were behind my cautious man," he narrowed his eyes, "Were you spying on me?" She asked, blushing with laughter.

"Well, no, this one—" Andr