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Opening the door that led inside the office, I walked in and sighed in disappointment. It’s been a week and still, I haven’t found any evidence against Mr. Morgan. I never waste a chance to sneak into his office, but until now I still got nothing. For a whole damn week, all I did were to answer phone calls, photocopy a stockpile of papers and to brew everyone’s coffee. I just can’t wait for the real action, that’s what I like about this job.
Slumping onto the leather chair, I started to work. Being an assistant is not actually bad. It’s not really hard, I mean I just assist Drew with his time and daily management, scheduling of meetings, correspondence and note taking so it’s pretty easy and there’s no right for me to complain.
The door croaked, meaning someone opened it. I ran my hand feverishly on my forehead, growling lowly as Priscilla walked in.
Why does she always dress like a slut?
Her dress had a plunging neckline that made her breasts practically spill out. And her tight skirt was just exactly right below her ass. I rolled my eyes at the view as she glared at me, biting her lips shimmered with red lipstick and her eyebrows rose in a manner that meant business.
“May I talk to Mr. Drew?” She spoke in a sassy tone.
“He’s not here.” I said simply, avoiding contact as I focused my attention on the computer.
“Where is he then?” She hissed with gritted teeth.
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t lie to me, where is he?” She crossed her arms tightly across her chest, pushing her boobs upwards to show off more cleavage.
“I already told you, I don’t know.” I spat.
She leaned forward, her lips were pursed as she shot me a stony expression. “Who gave you the right to talk to me like that?”
This bitch had the nerve.
“You were asking me so I just answered your question.” I shrugged, locking my jaw tight. Who does she think she is?
“Your boss will hear about this.” She threatened, thrusting her finger in front of my face.
I just rolled my eyes. I don’t care what she will tell him, but deep inside I’m scared that he might fire me.
And I can’t let that happen.
“But you don’t know where he is.” I smirked, tucking a strand of my hair in my ear as I playfully cocked my eyebrow.
“Ugh, Bitch!” Priscilla spat, anger radiating off of her. She shot me a glare. “You will regret this.”
She was about to exit the room when Drew came in. Swallowing down the lump on my throat, I fumbled with my fingers before I glanced at him.
Oh God.
Priscilla’s pissed off expression dramatically changed into a vibrant and delightful look. “Hey!” She exclaimed as she snaked her arms around Drew’s, clinging to it firmly.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Drew asked in annoyance, recovering his arms from Priscilla’s tight grasp.
“Your uncle sent me here, he’ll arrive here later.” She uttered.
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Художественная прозаPretending to be someone else is a game for Beryll Murray, an Undercover Agent. Little did she know her mission turns into something she least expect once she meets Drew Miller. There is more to her than they knew and she is doing it all to find the...
