"Fuck me" I said lowly. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, probably waiting on me to say I was joking but, I wasn't. I needed him balls deep to relieve me of this stress.
"Right now?" He said a bit surprised, a little theatrical too, "you want...
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After days of anticipation, the verdict from the board arrived. I sat down with Maria, eager yet apprehensive, to learn the outcome. Surprisingly, the board decided against terminating my employment. Relief washed over me, knowing I could continue contributing to the company that had become a significant part of my professional journey.
However, the board didn't let the situation pass without addressing it. Instead of termination, they implemented a more stringent code of conduct policy, emphasizing the need for employees to maintain a professional distance from clients or individuals associated with the campaigns. It was a clear signal that while they recognized the success of the Dior campaign, they were determined to uphold the integrity of their workplace.
As Maria shared the details, she stressed the importance of adhering to these guidelines moving forward. The board acknowledged the uniqueness of the Dior situation but emphasized the need for clear boundaries to prevent similar occurrences in the future. It was a compromise – a middle ground that allowed me to stay while underlining the gravity of maintaining professional decorum.
Despite the relief that came with retaining my position, the new policy underscored the delicate balance between personal and professional realms. It was a reminder that the corporate world, with its rules and regulations, could intrude on personal lives. Nevertheless, I accepted the decision.
The Dior campaign, despite its challenges, had positioned me as a valuable asset, and I was determined to maintain that standing through professionalism.
I was so glad that was over it. Even if I was terminated, Jude was right I could always go somewhere else. But again, I hated starting over and maybe that's something I should adjust.
I was now on my way to his game, in my Real Madrid shirt with his name on the back, loose jeans and sneakers I was ready to show my full support. In the exclusive reserved section, I sat alongside Jude's mother, Denise, eagerly watching the Real Madrid vs. Juventus match. The atmosphere in the stadium was charged with excitement as the teams geared up for a thrilling encounter.
As the game unfolded, I marveled at the skillful plays and strategic maneuvers on the pitch. Juventus, a good opponent, showcased their prowess, creating an intense back-and-forth dynamic. The crowd, a sea of enthusiastic fans, contributed to the energy in the stadium.
Jude, adorned in the iconic Real Madrid jersey, was a standout on the field. With each touch of the ball, he displayed a blend of finesse and determination that captivated the audience.
Suddenly, a gasp escaped my lips as I witnessed a particularly brutal tackle on Jude. The player responsible was none other than Marcos Rodriguez, a renowned defender from the opposing team known for his aggressive playing style. My hands instinctively clenched into fists, my concern evident on my face.
