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THE BOSS’S SLUT (1)

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last update Data de publicação: 2026-04-25 00:02:05

Amelia

The office is really quiet now and the only sound is the humming of the air conditioning.

I grab my bag, feeling its weight against my side then I hear a commanding voice behind me.

“Amelia, stay for a moment."

My heart jumps, it is Mr. Thorne, he's always the one who talks to me like that.

I turn around, trying to smile. He is standing by his office door, the computer screen glows softly behind him.

“I need you to work extra time tonight," he says.

No way, I do not want to work. I'
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