"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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Nicholas is a fellow business owner who has had a thing for me, for a while.
He's funny and he is attractive, he even got the money.
He seems like the perfect guy, but that is all just a facade, and I'm not falling for it.
I feel bad for all the women who do fall for his tricks.
I have seen him with other women. He is manipulative. He breaks women down, so he could control them.
I know what kind of guy he is. If I got with him, knowing how I am, it definitely wouldn't work.
He'd try to make me a housewife, a housewife who stays at home and slaves away in a kitchen. Expecting me to be all dressed up in a pretty dress and some heels, ready to serve him and have his 12 kids and take my beatings like a good little housewife when he gets angry. All while he's at "work" fucking other women.
I don't want him, but he is in my office cracking jokes because he dumped his old girl and is trying to get me again. He does this every time.
I am so tired of him, but I will play his little game this time. Just this once.
I should be an actress.
"So, when you gonna let me take you to lunch Val" this man is flirting with me, I cant.
"Tomorrow, during my lunch break," I said fake giggling a little.
He got up, happily, and left.
"I will see you tomorrow then, bye Val"
"Bye Nic" I waved at him as he left my office. My fake smiled fell and I throw away the flowers he gave me. Not to be rude or anything, but I really can't stand that man.
He is a menace to society, but I will fix that.
I started to recheck the file Lorenzo gave me
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Lorenzo walked in with a slight frown on his face, it made me a bit sad to see him frown.
It looked like he ran his fingers through his hair way too many times. He looked distressed.
He came closer to my desk, to pick up the files he dropped off earlier.
