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Jahseh Onfroy
Looking around my group of employees, I was greatly disappointed, "what the fuck do I pay you for?" I asked.
"To come up with new designs for your next products that we don't get credit for," Stacy rolled her eyes.
"Stacy the day you come up with a good idea you will receive credit just like the rest of the people here," I told her. "You're ideas are remakes of what we've already done so why would I give you credit for someone else's work?"
"So no one came up with anything?" I asked once again.
Everyone looked around.
"I pay each of you to be a part of the creative process here, I pay you to brainstorm ideas for the next products. And if your idea takes off you receive credit and a bonus, which believe me is way too generous." I stopped and looked at Stacy, "so if you aren't coming up with anything why am I paying you?"
"I have an idea Mr. Onfroy," Stokeley, my assistant slightly raised his hand from his seat at the table.
"Assistants don't have a say, your just here to take notes, that's what I pay you for," I shot him down immediately.
"Okay break, everyone meet here tomorrow same time. And someone better have some ideas or I won't be happy," I gathered my coffee, leaving the conference room.
I walked to my office, waiting for my assistant join me, before closing my door.
He sat at his desk in the corner of the room, and put his AirPods in, beginning to open up his laptop.
"Stokeley?" I called him.
He looked at me, as if waiting for me to continue.
"Can you call my wife and let her know I'm going to be home late today? Just tell her I will be maybe an hour or two late."
"Yes sir," he mumbled as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.
"You okay?" I asked him as I walked over to his desk, sitting on the table top to his side.
"Mhm," he looked away from me as he scrolled through his contacts, then tapping on my wife, Ryan's, contact.
"Whats wrong Stokes?" I asked as i moved in front of him, running my hand down his soft face.
He grabbed my hand and shoved it away, making me frown. I picked his head up with my hands, moving forward to kiss his lips.
"Mrs. Onfroy, hi, this is Stokeley, Your husbands assistant just calling to let you know he will be home late by two hours today, feel free to call back if you have any questions," he spoke, before hanging up the phone.
"What are you doing?" He moved away from me.
I frowned, "you don't want to kiss me?"
"No, first of all I was in the phone with your wife why would I want to kiss you, second, you acted like a dick in that meeting," he told me.
"I'm sorry," I apologized. I tried to grab his hand and he snatched it away.
"Back up, you're married," he told me.
"You didn't care that I was married the hundreds of times we've hooked up before," I stated.
"Yeah well, I never had to talk to your wife, and she's a nice girl I can't-"
I rolled my eyes, getting ready to walk away. He grabbed my hand, pulling me back, then connecting his lips with mine.
"Stop being like that," he told me as he started kissing down my neck, sitting me on his desk.
