My boss is a sadist

🥀Chapter one🥀

"Come on el. One night isn't going to hurt." My friend Mary whined. I rolled my eyes and tapped away on my office computer trying to finish up my notes before leaving for the evening. Mary and I have been friends since we were college grads and we somehow ended up in the same office of a high end company in New York at the age of 26 where the newest technology was made. The brand's name goes by buzzz. Ridiculous name I personally think. It's of course owned by a very high end rich asshole.

Marcus Johnson, aged 32.

I internally groaned at the thought. The pay was good but dealing with being treated like a servant was not. I rubbed my temple as Mary kept going on about me joining her at a club during the weekend. I just wanted to turn and grab her face and tell her to shut up. I sighed and turned to look at her. "Mary please." I begged. "I have enough on my plate as is. Can you just let it go?" A couple strands of my deep burgundy hair fell in front of my face from my bun and I quickly tucked it behind my ear so that my emerald eyes were in view. Mary huffed and crossed her arms over her white blouse showing that she was not happy with my response. Just as she was getting ready to head back over to her cubical Marcus came strutting over in our direction and I tightened my grip on my computer mouse.

Shit.

He must've seen Mary and I talking. I'm going to get an earful now. I glanced over at my best friend giving her daggers and she shrugged sheepishly. Marcus walked over in his perfectly ironed deep navy blue suit and glared at me with those piercing blue eyes of his which if they could kill i would've been dead a long while ago. I sucked in my breath as he reached us and he crossed his arms looking very displeased. He towered over me with his 6'4 height and muscle and I felt sweat begin to form on my forehead. This man was definitely intimidating and I wasn't going to deny it one bit. Yet then again, he had most of the women in the office drooling all over him. His face was absolutely chiseled and the stubble gave him a look of maturity adding on with his slicked back dark brown hair. I guess in a way I couldn't deny his attractiveness but AGAIN, he was an absolute asshole.

"Ella, have you finished your report yet?"

"No sir, not yet. I still have a few pages to process and print before handing them in. I apologize."

Marcus scoffed. "It's been two days. I didn't offer you an assistant position for you to slack and gossip with your co-workers. If you have time to be playing around then you can take a run down to the coffee shop on the second floor and get me a drink. You know what I like." With that, he turned on his heel and strolled back into his office without a glance back. As his door shut I dropped my head onto the desk and gently banged my head as to not disturb the other employees. Mary gave me an apologetic smile and guiltily tiptoed away leaving me to question my choice of work. He did this to me all of the time. It's like he was personally pinpointing me to pick on.

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"That was so not cool Mary." I pouted as we hopped into a taxi. It was 10:30pm and I was absolutely exhausted. Marcus had me stay late along with Mary because us having a conversation during business hours was "unprofessional". At least I finished my report and wouldn't have to strain myself as today was Friday. I wouldn't have to look at my boss's face until Monday and I felt a satisfied smile creep up.

"I really am sorry el. Can't you just forgive me already?" She whined. I sighed and rolled my eyes and looked out the window watching the towering skyscrapers shrink in the distance as the driver pulled further away from the bustling city.

"You're my best friend Mary. It's not your fault that our boss is a dickhead."

Mary giggled "that he is. You can't deny that he is hot though."