Sienna's point of view:
"Have you prepared for the meeting?" My boss asked me.
Sienna's point of view:
"Have you prepared for the meeting?" My boss asked me.
"I have reserved a spot," I told him.
"I mean you, yourself. You are following me. You have to jot down our discussion." He stood up and he started picking up his things.
"Sir?"
He glared at me.
"You must be fine by the time I get out of my office." He said to me.
"Alright, sir," I said to him.
I went out of his office to my desk.
I took a notepad, my pen, my phone, and my purse.
I was ready before he came outside.
I followed him to the elevator as we rode it together.
"Will we go or I will take a cab?" I asked him.
He ignored my question.
The elevator dinged and we went out of the elevator and I trailed behind him.
"Aren't you supposed to be in your office?" He asked the employees roaming around the lobby.
"We came to get something from the..." he cut the man off.
"From who?" He asked them.
They started stuttering.
"You are both fired. Get your paycheck from the accounting department." He announced and I gasped.
What have they done wrong?
Is this who he really is?
"Please, Mr. Atono. Please have mercy on us."
"Get out of my company within one hour." He instructed them.
He proceeded to the entrance and I quickly followed him.
This man is so ruthless.
I can't believe he got them fired over this small stuff.
"Which of the cars are we talking sir?" His driver walked up to him.
"Give me the key to my Porsche truck, I am going drive myself." He told him.
"Yes sir. Just a minute." He ran off and came back with the car.
He got out of the car and rushed to us.
"Here you go, sir." He bowed.
"You can go." Mr. Atono went to the driver's corner and got in.
I went to the back seat and opened the door.
"What do you want to do?" He asked me.
I bowed to look at him.
"Sir,"
"You want to sit at the owner's corner while I drive you around?" He glared.
"I just want to have my seat."
"Come to the passenger's corner. I am not your driver." He commanded.
I shut the door and entered the passenger's corner.
Isn't that so childish of him?
Who cares where I sit?
We made use of our seat belt and he drove off.
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Mario Atono: The Cold CEO
Romance"You want to be mine?" He asked me as he towered over me with his height. "What did you mean by that, Mr. Atono?" I was definitely stuttering while I felt wet between my legs. "Aren't you attracted to me?" He asked me. I wasn't able to talk because...
