"Place these in the organizer box, but first, ensure all the documents are signed," he drawled, as if it were inconsequential. I stared at the mountain of papers engulfing my desk, feeling suffocated. I nearly choked, I swear. And its already 7:30 p.m.! Was he serious? Did he assume I had no personal life? He expected me to sift through this mountain of paperwork at this hour? "Could this wait until tomorrow? It's already 7:30 in the evening, sir," I asked, struggling to keep the frustration from my tone. Please, a little consideration? "You're my secretary, correct? Do your job." Without a backward glance, he strolled out, leaving me stranded in his ridiculously oversized office. I ran my hands down my face, trying to figure out how to tackle this insane mess and somehow shoehorn it into that ridiculous organizer box. You heartless, soulless jerk! I hope you encounter every red light on your way home, and then, upon arrival, realize you've left your room keys at the office. I'll
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