Avery"What the hell are you doing sitting on that chair?!" she retorted, striding across the large glassy office to the table."Are you blind or plain dumb? This is my chair, of course!" he retorted."I don't believe you one inch. You think people's lives revolve around your scrawny fingers?"she said, dramatically. "Get off that chair and tell me where to find Michael King!"A couple of hours ago, the same stranger had almost ruined her chance at a good day. He'd called her names and hurled insults on her. Rich boys, she concluded, are a rotten piece of arrogant minions, spoilt to a fault.If he had any funny intention of stifling her chance of getting this job, Avery swore that she'd fuck him up in the ass first."How dare you call my fingers scrawny?!" he raved, "Do you know how much it takes me to perfect my manicure?" he said, displaying his fingers as if she cared on bit."Awww, " she pouted comically, "someone's ego just got bruised. Sorry, big baby, don't cry. Mama is on her wa
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