The Boss I Shouldn't Want, Now My Stepbrother
Oliver, realizing the shit he was in, cleared his throat, his former anger washed away as he shuffled towards me.
"I get it. I understand I've fucked up," he stuttered, inhaling harshly. "Heck, I'm willing to sign a contract stating I'll never touch one of those things again," he said, forcing a casual smile that only made me want to shove his designer shoes down his throat. "I'll be more careful next time—"
"There won't be a next time," I said coldly. "The possible harm has been taken into consideration. Such a risk is intolerable, especially coming from a future public representative of our brand."