Jen's POV
Boring life. Work out. Work. Home.
The same routine everyday. I dont remember when for the last time I was on a vacantion or going out even hacing sex and serious relationship.
After my parent's death all I have is the company. Im the CEO of Lopez Company. It's more than obvious that my employees dont like me but funny how they dont leave the job.
Today is nothing different. I wake up, go jogging in Central Park, take shower and leave for the office. There I deal with shitty people and my assistent. Hopefully he wont be late and my coffee would wait for me at my desk.
Harry's POV
God damn it. Im late for work. Ugh I dont have time for a jog. It's 4 years in a row. My boss is taking my life away.
I get up quickly and take shower. I dont have time for a breakfast so I leave straight for work.
I go to the coffee shop and buy one for Jennifer with no sugar and one for me with a lot of sugar.
Jennifer is my boss. She's really grumpy, she is so concentrated at the work. I think that she needs good sex but no one at the office has the balls to fuck her.
Jen's POV
I enter in the office and see everyone mumbling that Im already here. They are afraid of me.
"Where's my assistent?" I ask the secretary
"He's still not here ma'am" she replies shyly
I would kick his out but I trust him too much. I mean profesional trust.
I will just wait him in the office.
I sit down and open my laptop. I started to receive messages from my employees' computers. Funny how they always talk about me and doesnt know I read everything.
'Look at her dress. It's so beautiful'
'The Devil is here'
'Brace yourself. She's coming'
'I love her heels'
'Poor Harry. He's late. She is going to kill him'
This is just part of what I read. So.. they like my dress. I smirk.
Harry's POV
I enter in the building and go straight to Jennifer's office.
"She's already here and she is bitchy" my mate Keith said
"Nothing unusual" I said and rushed
On my way I bumped into one of my coworkers
"Damn. Watch where you're stepping" I raised my voice
Her coffee was all over my shirt
"Im sorry" he replied. "Take my shirt. You cant go to her like that"
There is no time to think we exchange the shirts and I go to her office.
She's tapping her fingers on the desk. "Finally! What took you so long?"
"Traffic" I said "Here's your coffee ma'am" I hand her my coffee
She sips and splits it immediately. Damn it! The sugar!
"What the? Why is there sugar in my coffee?"
"Because this is my coffee" I looked down trying not to laugh
"Where's mine?" she glared at me
"All over my shirt"
