Chapter 2 Mystery Man

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I gathered all of my personal belongings and stormed out of his office. Just to add a little touch of sass, I slammed the door on my way out. All of my hard work was for nothing. My future dreams of being a CEO were slowly fading away.
I pushed the buttons on the elevator to floor one. On my way down it hit me. I never even got that ass holes name! "You're a fucking idiot"I said to myself.
When I reached the parking lot, I found my all blacked out Camero SS. I threw my stuff in the trunk and drove home. I cursed at my self the whole way. "What a complete asshole!" I said slamming my car door and walking up to my little apartment. "But damn" I thought to myself. " He's one attractive asshole". When he walked into the meeting, it was like God himself had came in. I just wanted to reach out and touch that perfect hair of his. Not even to mention, his body was like heaven itself.
"Stop drooling over him Amanda, he's the dickhead that took your CEO dreams away"I said to myself. But maybe not? I just thought of a great idea to earn my job back, whether he likes it or not.
I woke up the next morning like any other work day. I grabbed my bag and stack of papers, and headed out to my car. On the way there I contemplated many times about turning around. "No, your going to show this ass that you mean business, even if he is attractive". Before getting out of my car to head into the building, I quickly checked my face in the mirror. I wanted to make sure I looked attractive, but yet as professional looking as I can.
When I got up to the floor of his office my stomach felt sick. "What if he calls the cops on me or something?". "He's going to think I'm a complete whack job for showing up to a job I got fired from". I opened his office door to find that it was empty. I checked my watch that read 7:00 sharp. "Wow, Mr. Jackson would've already been here barking out orders to me". Just when I thought that I couldn't get anymore nervous, I felt a presence walk in from behind me. "Mrs. Brown?" A familiar voice said.

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