"Next thing you know, his house had burned down from an "accidental" fire"
Valerie Vause is a successful multimillionaire, on her way to the top, the sky's the limit. She does not tolerate bullshit and will not hesitate to end you. Valerie is mainly...
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I walked in and made eye contact with my receptionist, Sarah. "Good morning Ms. Vause," she said. Sarah is a good receptionist but doesn't seem to like me very much.
"Good morning Sarah, today are the interviews. Did you put the files in my filing cabinet yesterday?" I asked. "Yes, I did."
"Thank you," I responded.
I was walking to the elevator when a woman slammed into me. She was blonde and wore an extremely tight party dress and she was pretty tall. Well, I'm only 5 ft 4 with heels and 5 ft without them, so anybody could be tall compared to me. "Watch it!" she shrieked. I looked her in the eye and apologized, all while keeping my stern look. I was about to move on when blondie decided she had something to say. "When I get this job, I hope I don't have to work with people like you!" she squawked
I blankly looked at her and ignored her. I continue walking because, quite frankly, I don't give a fuck about that bird bitch. I run shit around here.
I entered my office and sat in my very comfortable chair. I turned to my cabinet and retrieved the first file. I sat it on my desk and opened it. I recognized the bimbo in the little photo on the top.
"Sarah, send in Bianca Jane please."
I heard a little knock. "Come in." in walked the bird bitch, in all of her almost naked glory. The look on her face made me chuckle. I motioned for her to sit in the chair opposite me. She sat down and immediately started to fidget. She was uncomfortable.
I carried on the interview as though nothing happened. She was decently qualified. "Okay, Ms Jane, I think we're done here. I will call you if you get the job. You may leave." she got up and zoomed out of my office.
She will not get the job. She made it painfully clear that she doesn't want to work with people like me and I'm the boss. We can't have that attitude in here. This is a classy establishment.
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The other interviews went... okay, I only have one more to go. I opened the last file and read his resume. It was a man. His name was Lorenzo Valentine, his file didn't have a picture, but it did say he is an ex-felon.
I often hire ex-cons, obviously taking into consideration, their crime. For example, one of my girls killed her rapist and was sent to prison, because what she did, didn't count as self-defence. People deserve a second chance. And considering I technically burned a man's house down and stole his hospital, I'm in no position to judge.
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"Sarah, send in Lorenzo Valentine," I sighed. I'm drunk with exhaustion. I heard a polite knock on my door. "come in!" I slightly yelled. A tall figure walked through my door, a very tall figure. I looked up and I immediately sobered up.
