"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 just got out of prison and I needed a job, badly. I heard that ReVause hires ex-cons and that they're looking for a personal assistant, so I applied. I personally don't want to be a P.A, but I need this job because my parole officer has been on my ass.
Before I went to jail, I was a college dropout, that worked as a bartender. That was fine until I had to kill someone.
I don't want to talk about it
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I sat in the waiting room, waiting to be called.
I was basically in heaven, with all these women surrounding me, trying to get my attention and handing me papers with their numbers on them. I just might have to take some of them back to my place.
If you can't tell, I'm a ladies' man. I probably have a dozen bitches in bed every week. There is no one that could resist me and this panty-dropping smile.
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I watched as everyone in the waiting room get called on, one by one, until I was left alone with the receptionist. "Mr Valentine. It's time for your interview. Go up to the 8th floor then turn left, walk until you see a door labelled VAUSE, knock, then enter when told. Only enter when you hear, come in or else you won't get the job."
I followed the instructions, and I remembered to knock. Whoever this man is, he sounds tough, I don't want to get on his bad side
"Come in!"
That voice sounded a bit feminine.
I open the door expecting a grumpy old man, but I was graced by an angel.
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