Novel & Cerita Margo Hanson

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

Was not something he ever bypassed. Margo swept out into the foyer in a heavy cloud of Chanel No 9 as soon as the elevator doors opened, like a breath of fresh air, ever-ready with her professional smile and attractive body wrapped in Christian Dior tailoring. She had served him well for years and was the temple of cool and efficient he was looking for in a new assistant. He needed a new Margo to replace her or this was just never going to work in the long run. Previous temporary assistants had either been useless or tried like crazy to fuck him, and he didn’t ever cross work with play. He knew what he was looking for and he hoped to hell she was right with this one, he was in no mood for an

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

"All right, that's fine." It's almost lunchtime, and I'm starting to get hungry. The squad is going out to eat. Before we could get out of our seats, a familiar face walked in. She's dressed in a red mini-dress for the occasion. Like, really, really short. We took a look to see who it was, and guess who it was? Margo. We were all looking at her with wide eyes. She certainly knew how to make a grand entrance. "Margo, you are not permitted to enter." Carla shared her thoughts.