Nobody hates their crushes, right?
Well, Mirasol feels something close to that when Devon, her business tycoon of a boss, demotes her from the personal assistant position to a mere salesperson.
But this isn't even the beginning of her misery. Becau...
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"I expected better from you, Mirasol. What's this!"
Devon slammed the file against the polished glass table.
I pressed my lips tight to suppress a flinch.
"T-The product launching deal of our new car model with Nirvana Inc." I gulped, looking up at the standing man through my dark lashes.
His copper brown eyes blazed with dark amber. Clean shaved jaw clenched hard as he swept a stray black strand away from his eyes.
"Yeah?" He leaned closer to me over the table. "Then where's the delivery date? Where's the clause of our offered price in this damn report!"
I bit my trembling lips.
What excuse should I give?
That I overworked all night!
That I overslept the morning of my deadline, yet, I couldn't proofread my work!
Maybe, I should curse my luck for getting only twenty-four hours to prepare a thirty-pages long report.
Devon must have been so upset...
I was an idiot!
"I'm sorry, Sir. I-I'm fixing this right awa-"
"Shut up, Mirasol!"
I coiled back in my black leather seat.
Tears froze on the corners of my dark gray eyes and I blinked a couple of times.
I took a deep breath and faced my looming boss with a blank expression.
"I made a mistake, I know. But at least give me a chance to remedy th-"
He raised his pale, muscled hand.
"Please, Mirasol, save your sob story. I've decided."
My heart jumped as dread coiled in my stomach.
"What?"
He straightened his posture and crossed his arms.
Navy blue suit stretched against his lean biceps, making my eyes roam over his button-down, white shirt for a second.
He had such a chiseled tanned chest. Not a single body hair. Well, the weekends he spent on those expensive men's spas surely paid off-
Someone cleared their throat.
He raised his perfectly trimmed brows.
Right. I was in trouble.
"As I was saying," He cold cooper gaze pinned me in my place. "Since you are so keen on slacking off in your job these days, perhaps, working in one of the most hardworking departments of our company might do you some good."
No...
"But, Sir-"
"So, from now on, Ms. Hayes, you will offer your service at the sales department as a junior sales officer."
