Chapter 11

CHARLOTTA

I'd been lost in thought when I crashed into a man who was shutting off my path. I looked up and saw him standing there, fucking dick, Bruce, positioned beside the door in a black button top tucked neatly dipped down below his dior belt and a tan trousers. Looking like an American model. Fuck! My jaws were hanging open. I snapped it shut, then halted right in front of him.

"I find it hard to believe that you're not aware of the company's policy on employees attending social events without prior approval from their boss.” He said arrogantly, cocking his head.

I rolled my eyes. “And I also find it hard to believe that you wouldn't have mentioned this to me beforehand." I frowned. I looked away, decided not to give this mother fucker another wink of my attention.

"I see," he said, his tone icy. "Well, I'll make sure you get a copy of the company's rules and regulations, so this doesn't happen again." He paused, his gaze boring into me. "And in the future, I expect you to follow