"He does not like me sus. He's just very generous and wants to help out even if I told him not to." I shrug, and she shakes her head at me.
"Bon, he wants to fuck. I mean, dudebuddy has never given any of his employees a damn flat to live at." She tells me, and I frown at her.
"It's an apartment not a flat."
"Does he already own it?" She asks me, and I look at her in confusion.
"Yeah..."
"Then its a damn flat. He doesn't own no damn apartments. He's a MILLIONAIRE. When he said apartment to you, he meant a penthouse or a nice flat. Harry doesn't do apartments, he's too luxe for that." She explains to me, cranking up her car.
"Well then I can't accept his offer. Then he told me he was gonna buy me a car so that I don't have to ride in taxis during my employment. This shit is too good to be true." I sigh, placing my fingertips on my temples.
"Enjoy your new job, because it seems to me that you have a new admirer. And not only is he your admirer, but he's your boss. Benefits, benefits, benefits." She tells me as she palms the rim of the steering wheel each time she says the word.
Benefits.
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𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐒 {𝐇.𝐒}
أدب الهواةWhen Harry, the CEO of Styles Inc. and richest bachelor in NYC, has to find a new PA to take his old ones spot, his old PA recommends her friend, Ebony.
