NAILEA LAURENT: Nailea, the owner of Laurent Enterprise, is thirty-six years old. Without any assistance from anyone other than herself, she started this business from the ground up. She is distant and cold. She doesn't accept bullshit from anyone...
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That was the most longest dreadful thing I've ever experienced. I sat there listening to Ms. Laurent figure out new business deals with her team. I don't understand why I had to be there. I literally was just sitting there listening to her scream at everyone for proposing "stupid ideas" as she claims. I personally wouldn't have let that slide but everyone seems to be intimidated by her. I'm not though. She doesn't seem scary. Just very bitchy. Maybe she needs to get laid.
I am now sitting in my office which is right across from Ms. Laurent's office when I hear the phone ring. I run over to my desk and answer the call. "Hello?" I ask. "Ms. Sorrentino you're needed in my office." Says my boss. "Okay I'll be right there-" and suddenly the line disconnected. Did she just fucking hang up on me?
I make my way towards her office and once I'm there I don't even bother to knock given the fact that she just hung up on me. Her head immediately shoots up when the doors open.
"You know you're supposed to knock before entering a room right?" She says.
"You know you're not supposed to just hang up on people right?" I respond back.
"This is MY company. I own every single damn thing inside of this building, which includes you. So if I want to "hang up" I will do so because those are MY phones that I am using to "hang up." Do I make myself clear Ms. Sorrentino?" She is now standing in front of her desk. She is leaned back on the desk with her arms crossed staring at me with the prettiest brown eyes ever.
"Yes. You made yourself VERY clear Ms. Laurent." My emphasis on "very" caused her to narrow her eyes at me. She leans off the desk and goes into the drawers to retrieve a stack of papers. She walks towards me holding out the papers. Once she is in front of me she stops and says, "I need these finished by 5pm today. Not 5:01, not 5:02, 5pm." She then tosses the papers in my arm and make her way back to her desk. Her hips swaying as she walks. When she notices I am still there she looks up and says, "you're dismissed Sorrentino." I snap out of my trance and walk out of her office rolling my eyes. "What a bitch." I mumble under my breath. "What was that?" Ms. Laurent asked. "Nothing!" I replied as I quickly made my way back to my office to work on these papers.
It is currently 4:45 pm and I am finishing up the last paper. I am exhausted. I had to organize them by last name and then enter them into their own account folder. It doesn't sound like a lot of work but I took about 15 TikTok breaks. I get easily distracted.
After finishing up the last paper I gather them and head back to Ms. Laurent's office to give them to her. From the outside I can hear two voices talking. "I don't know why you're making a big deal out of this. I told you what I can't get from you I will get somewhere else." A man voice says. "Yes I know that Chase but you said this was your last time. That is what we agreed on." I hear Ms. Laurent yell. Before I could eavesdrop any further the doors open. I look up to see a man about 40 years old. I am assuming this is her husband from the ring I can see on his finger. He looks like a Walmart version of Michael B Jordan. I don't know how he bagged Ms. Laurent. Maybe he's richer than her. His dick is probably small so I don't think it's that. He eyes me up and down with a smirk before saying, "and who are you sweetheart?" I roll my eyes pushing past him to enter the office. Fucking creep.
Once I am in the office I can finally see Ms. Laurent's face. Her cheeks are slightly flushed probably due to the yelling I heard earlier outside the door. Her hair that was down earlier is now in a claw clip. I wonder what happened between those two.
"Hi, I was just stopping by to return the papers. I finished everything and programmed them into the computer."
"Okay, you may go now."
I turn on my heels heading towards the door before I stop and say, "are you okay?"
She looks up at me before responding, "am I paying you to check in on me or to work? You are dismissed. I will see you in the morning."
I look at her with my arms crossed and a glare on my face. I was just checking in because she looks stressed out not me. She didn't have to be a fucking bitch about it. She's lucky she's beautiful I can't even insult her appearance. Instead I leave out of her office heading over to mine to grab my things and go.
