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No matter how much you work your ass off it's never enough, in your internship as a personal assistant. Being twenty six, it was my dream to work at a renowned company, for that, I have been chosen to be tested for the job of being CEO's personal assistant. And the work is deadly, you'll find yourself on a cruise with chic luxurious clothes and heels that are squeezing your toes blue, never resting but running to manage the appointments for Mr. Hiddleston ( The CEO). He's a modest man, mostly quiet and reserved, in his mid forties, regardless of being an intern he treats me very respectfully unlike the colleagues and employees. Occassionally, offering me to have lunch and coffee as if he can see the stress lines on my forehead.
The cruise is filled with moneyed and wealthy people, well-dressed in tailored Italian suits and exported shoes, dining and drinking, even it's my first time seeing a stripper's club inside, inexplicably lavish.
Anyhow, I sighed, rearranging the important documents for tomorrow's series of appointments, meetings and interviews, setting it precisely in the self. Eight pm at night, i was now dressed in my loose big tee and ankle length socks. I barely had the energy to have the heels nd luxury on, hair disheveled into a bun, loosened strands by my face and droopy eyes. I denied the dinner request of the kind Mr. Hiddleston, ordering food to my suite room, obviously the suite is another benefit.
After a good appetite, my eyes just couldn't resist the pleasant fluffy matress and warm blankets, my body giving up eventually. Jumping on the soft matress I almost groaned at the relief flooding my brain and body, sighing as i closed my eyes shut.
The beats of music thrumming through my tympanum jerked up my body with my hands on ear, i groaned "what the fuck?", "the fuck is wrong now! can't i even sleep!? bloody bastards", I had no panties on, neither bra, but the big tee and childish green monster socks, but i had no sense of being present right then, my head was aching as if it's going to burst with another beat of music, it was on the verge of destruction. "Stop the fucking hell" I groaned again, moving out of the bed, walking half dead out the room and to the hallway, without thinking twice, knocked on the neighbouring door, it was also a suite probably belonging to another businessman, but as I said I was half asleep.
