My Boss's Son Is Killing Me

Hello here's my first book on this account.

Hope you all like it.

feel free to do what ever you all want!

-Shenelle

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I got out of bed rubbing my eyes. I looked at the clock and did a double take.

Shit! I had a job interview!!

I flew out of bed and into my closet. I pulled on a pair of black, leather jeans, a white v-neck helf sleved button up with a black tie. I pulled my butt length black hair into a braid down my back. My short bangs were cut jaggedly. But it was a really hot hair style. I pulled my favorite pair of zebra high heels. I put on a pair of dark sunglasses over my bright grey eyes. Silver lipgloss went over my full lips.

I flew out of the door to my car. I was only eighteen but I took of from college. I was already a bartender at a place on the weekends. My curvey fraeme and long lashes always made the men give big tips.

Whoo hoo.

Sarcasm Noted.

Not that I didn't like the money. I seriously did. I just hated it when they look at my double ds instead of my eyes. But that just men for ya. I had a small curvey body with a size two waist.

I raced to the job interview and hopped out. I ran up to the building, scooting into the elivator just in time. I jammed the number six button.

"Come on, come on!" I whispered. My usual calm and collected but musical voice came out almost paniced. I was often told that i had a aruora of power. That even if I wasn't sexy that every one's eyes would still be drawn to me because I just commanded attention. I was also often told that my voice was calm and collected but had this hint of a command. So people usually did what I said without thinking twice. When anyone told me this, I'd smile and change the topic off of me. i didn't like to talk about my past.

My parents dies when I was sixteen. My grad-parents died when I was twelve and my brother got in a car accident when I was three. I learned not to cry my heart out.

It would get you no where.

But I was left with almost a billion dollars total. And when I sold all of their homes, cars and anything else, i brought up my total inheritage to 1.6 billion dollars to my bank account. but I never use the money. I just work for the money I need. I kept my brothers house and and his yellow race car. Ilegal I know but I don't think any one notices it's a race car to tell you the truth. his house is where I live now.

I took a breath as the elevator doors opened and walked out. As I said before, I also have this air of confidence about me. Everyone on the sixth floor dropped what they were doing to watch me stride across the long room to the door of the owner of the company. I strode up to it and knocked once.

"Come in," the voice boomed on the other side. i opened the door and closed it behind me. I pulled of my glasses. A rather handsom man looked up from his desk. He sat back in his chair. His very broad and muscular shoulders straight as his dark brown eyes looked me over. I sat down, crossong my legs. I looked around his office. It was very roomy.

"Hello, I am Sam Peyton," I said in my calm, collective but powerful voice. The man looked up at me again. His mouth cracked a grin. I smiled back, my silver lips performing my lopsided smile. I don;t have a straight smile. Some people said it was my only imperfection but i loved it.

"I am Nick Burns," He smiled. He held out his sauser of a hand and shook my small delicate hand. "Your aplying for the secratary job? Well you seem most impressive."