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I said with a bright smile. She barely glanced at me before sighing. “Of course. You were supposed to meet with HR but unfortunately I didn’t get the update. There were... texting delays.” She waved vaguely toward her phone and then narrowed her eyes at me. “Word of advice? Mr. St. Louis is very strict, and if you mess up once, you’re out.” I gave a sweet smile while my brain was screaming profanities. So strict he destroys families? Frames innocent men? Treats employees like pawns? Yeah, sounds about right.

“It seems like a hurry of events, Auntie. But hopefully, the new one will be kind to us. Like Mr. Enriquez, which is not too strict.” “I don’t think so, Tam. But I heard, the new one is serious and strict. But we just don't know. I don't want to judge right away, because that's how it is really when you're boss. You have to be strict so the employee will obey you, right?” I nodded. "Yeah, I agree." “So don’t panic, Tam. Because everyone is kind. Like him.”

His thick blossom materialistic suit smoothed beneath my hand. " You can't do this," " Oh really! Remind me who the boss is again, would you?" I felt his muscles twitch. " At least give me your reasons for doing this and I promise never do anything that doesn't please you...in this job. You can't just do this knowing my current situation," He jerked his arm away from my hold. " I do not like sluts," " What is this about?" He really had the heart to laugh at my predicament.

He said. Puff! As if—! I sat up, still holding on the pillow. “And in what way does he?” I asked ironically. “Boss made a strict rule that neither I nor the others hurt or bully you. Not a scratch on your skin or we’ll be six feet under.” He revealed. “That doesn’t count.” I rejected. “Believe it or not, he does.” He said plainly. “I know you’re saying that because he is your boss. Both we both know the cons in this story. All I want is to be free and far away from here. I never asked for all these.” I replied bluntly, scowling at him.

— I love it — I said, feeling that I was getting confident and that I was not ashamed at all. — Well, all this belongs to you, but for now it's time to cover it up — He laughed, putting on his pants - You look beautiful too, I know it's hard for you to move, so if you let me I could dress you up — You should know, dear boss, you don't ask for permission for that — I clarified cynically while I placed my hands on my breasts, eager for him to take off his clothes again and attack me. — Ummm you want to provoke me! — he mumbled without taking his eyes off me

The comment section was a chorus of guys agreeing that a man with credentials like his — any woman asking for a single dollar was delusional. Zoe couldn't take it. "So now men can just flash a job title and get a kid plus a free housekeeper? Bonus points if she's tall with long legs?" "Please. He passed the civil service exam, not astronaut training. What's he acting so superior for?" "Is his piss matte finish? Can't even see his own reflection?" Wesley cracked up listening. "These guys — they're either broke and bitter or ugly and bitter." Bullseye.

Roll your eyes" I can always replace lunch at dinner time. And regarding work, you know I can't leave it, how would I pay for the house? Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. This is a town where, even as a homeowner, you have to pay a monthly fee for always living here. Go town. Wow boss. The whole town is run by one person: the boss of the Russian mafia, or as many call it: The Boos. Few people have seen his face, few people know where he is, and few people know exactly what he does. I don't know what he does with all the money from the townspeople, since being so filthy rich I highly doubt he needs it. But hey, it's not like I'm going to ask. I've told you a thousand times that... "And I have

I walked silently back to my desk, but I stopped at the pantry. That’s where I finally couldn't hold it back. I held on to the edge of the counter, closed my eyes, and tried to stop the tears that wanted to break free. Sometimes I wonder, why do I even stay? Tirso has been my tormentor since day one. He isn't the type of boss who knows how to be sensitive. He doesn't care about the feelings of others. He pushes you to the edge, then watches if you’ll fall or fly. In my case? I always crash.

And I felt a thousand daggers stabbing my heart. "Aha, she's not like that person. Though she's a tough person she's very caring about me. And She's very strict and doesn't spare a glance at boys. Or if any chance they approach her she gives them a piece of her mind." I was really grateful to have such a Boss. She took my side.