“Natasha. What’s the meaning of this?” I hissed as I shot to my feet. I turned to my associate with a tight smile. “Please, excuse me.”I walked to Natasha and grabbed her arm, forcing her out of my office.“Don't touch me,” she grumbled as she tried to release her arm, but I only held on tighter as I looked for a private place to talk. “You’re hurting me, Richard. This counts as assault, you know?” People were watching, looking up from their computers, their files, their coffee, watching me–their boss–like I was a drama playing out for their amusement. “I could sue you, and then that money you’re so–”“Do you ever fucking stop talking?” I snarled as I dragged her into one of the conference rooms, slamming the door. I walked to the windows and rolled down the blinds.“Well, you didn't have a problem with that before,” she said, crossing her arms.I walked back to her, towering over her. “Well, now I do. I have a lot of problems with everything you’ve been doing lately.”She still kept
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