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The Office Confrontation

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-08-04 19:48:07
Phoenix

I walked fast up the stairs, my heart beating hard against my ribs.

My knees felt weak from pure anger, but I refused to sit in that dark basement and let Octavia win.

She had dropped my flash drive into the paper shredder, and she had destroyed my blueprints with hot coffee.

I was not going to play the quiet victim anymore. I made up my mind right then that I was going to fight for my career at this firm. I was not going to let a cruel woman tear down everything I built.

I
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  • Taste Me Like It's Our Last Day On Earth    The Office Confrontation

    Phoenix I walked fast up the stairs, my heart beating hard against my ribs. My knees felt weak from pure anger, but I refused to sit in that dark basement and let Octavia win. She had dropped my flash drive into the paper shredder, and she had destroyed my blueprints with hot coffee. I was not going to play the quiet victim anymore. I made up my mind right then that I was going to fight for my career at this firm. I was not going to let a cruel woman tear down everything I built. I pushed open the heavy wooden doors to the executive suite and marched straight toward Victor’s office as I took a deep breath, grabbed the metal handle, and threw the door open without even knocking. My breath caught in my throat, and I stopped right in the doorway and to my greatest surprise, Octavia was already standing inside, leaning across the dark mahogany desk with a soft, helpless look on her face. Victor sat in his leather chair, listening to her with a stern frown. "I am so worr

  • Taste Me Like It's Our Last Day On Earth    The Morning After

    Phoenix I woke up with a jerk, my heart thumping in my chest. My neck hurt and my eyes felt raw from sleep, but someone had put a coat over me while I slept. I looked down and realized it belonged to uncle Victor. The black wool smelled just like him, dark cedar, rain, and scotch. I pulled the fabric closer to my nose and breathed in deep and my mind went straight to him. I hated how much I wanted a man who spent half his time acting like I did not exist and the other half treating me like a problem he has to fix. But smelling his coat brought back the memory of his hands on my waist. My stomach twisted with a heavy heat. I wanted him to come back downstairs, pull me out of this chair, and touch me again. I knew it was dumb, but my body did not care about logic anymore. Then I looked down at the floor and my mood completely got ruined. My bag lay tipped over on the ground and my old notebooks had fallen out, and one of them sat wide open under the lamp. Not again. I s

  • Taste Me Like It's Our Last Day On Earth    The Suite

    Victor. I stood by the window, staring out at the city, but I wasn't seeing any of it. My chest felt like it was being crushed under a hundred pounds of iron. Every single time I tried to take a breath, the image of Phoenix flashed behind my eyes. I couldn't get her out of my head. I couldn't stop thinking about her skin, her scent, and the way her voice had trembled when she looked up at me in the basement. I had completely destroyed her tonight by standing right in front of her, looked into her wide, tear filled eyes, and threatened her I would hand her over to federal marshals. Guilt hit me deep in my stomach. I knew I had been cruel. Too hard. I knew I had pushed her too far, but what choice did I have? She was young and my best friend’s daughter. And every single time she stepped into my space, every time her eyes locked onto mine, I wanted to drag her into my lap and ruin her. I was starving for her, and it terrified me. The desire was a dirty, dark hunger th

  • Taste Me Like It's Our Last Day On Earth    Between My Decisions

    Phoenix "If you break even one pencil, intern, I’ll deduct it from your final check." Octavia’s loud voice dragged me out of my own head as she slammed a heavy leather folder down on my drafting board. I jerked as a thick cloud of white paper dust exploded into the air, flying straight into my face and making my eyes burn. I blinked through the dust, looking up from my dark, locked monitor. And there was Octavia, standing over me with her arms crossed tight over her crisp blazer, her dark eyes gleaming with pure malice and she looked at me like I was a parasite that had crawled into her pristine world. "This is the Vanderbilt Manor redesign," she said, her long, blood red nail tapping hard against the thick leather. "Three senior partners worked on this historic project last year and all three failed to pass the historical preservation board. So your boss, Victor, wants a complete preliminary draft on his desk by Friday morning." I instantly felt my stomach drop into a b

  • Taste Me Like It's Our Last Day On Earth    The Executive Suite

    Phoenix Today is without a single doubt going to be one of the absolute worst days of my life. We had just gotten back from the gala, and my head was spinning so fast I nearly felt sick. My skin was still burning where Victor’s arm had brushed mine during the silent ride up in the elevator. The scent of his expensive scotch perfume filled the small space, but his face was completely blank. "Fire her, Victor! “Fire her right now and let the marshals take her away!" Obviously who else could it be if not Octavia as she yelled the exact second the elevator doors slide open. My heart almost jumped out of my mouth at the sound of her voice as she marched across the hardwood floor with a black tablet clutched in her hand and her high heels that sounded like gunshots against the floorboards. "Look at her!" Octavia snapped, pointing right at me, obviously the last encounter we both had has not left her, “She’s just one of the most stubborn interns we've gotten so far! She used yo

  • Taste Me Like It's Our Last Day On Earth    The Gala Trap

    Phoenix My eyes still burned from crying in the cab, but I refused to let the women in the grand ballroom see me bleed. I pushed the front of my deepest green silk gown nervously and sighed. The fabric was molded to the back of my hips, revealing the purple bruises on my wrist where Octavia had grasped me. I'd been in the bathroom of the Imperial Hotel for forty minutes, trying to hide the angry greenish pink remnants of the red scrape along my cheek with too much concealer in the hope that no one would realize I looked like a street fighter. In the middle of the shimmering ballroom, Victor stood beneath a giant crystal chandelier, looking like a god carved from black granite. His tuxedo was fitted to perfection, and his dark hair was slicked to perfection, a glass of double scotch resting loosely in his hand. He was surrounded by three senior board members, nodding along to their corporate chatter with an easy, terrifying aura of total control. He hadn't looked at me si

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