FUCKERS GO TO HELL 4

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Anders Anderson💛

"You old men, look! FUCKING LOOK! Does my face look like It fucking care?!" I snarled while killing these fuckers in my office using my eyes. "It doesn't, so fuck off before I shove this shit inside your stupid asses!" I fucking hate these brainless wrinkled fuckers. Why did I even hire these shits?!

I sighed heavily while relaxing my knuckles that seemed to break the desk. These idiots are always messing up, they never learned.

"Russell, come here." I called my secretary, once they made it out of my office. They better be thankful that they made it without wheelchairs. As if I fucking care.

"Yes, Mr. Anderson?" He askes while handing out some paper shits that I loathe so fucking much.

"Suck me." I muttered simply and he turned pale, making me chuckle. "Kidding. What's with those schedules? Any meetings?" I asked before I forgot. I don't want to be late. Not that I care, but I need to see their shitty heads.

"You have a meeting with some editors, this 1:45. You also have a special meeting with the head writers of our team. Don't worry, Mr. Anderson, I set it to the main office." He explained finely. I'm really impressed with him, so passionate.

"We still have 30 minutes. Why don't you grab something to eat? It's on me." I said and smiled while handing my card, which he took with a blush. "The usual coffee for me." I added and he nodded before walking out of the door.

I sighed and leaned my back on my seat as I inhaled the comforting air. Pulling out some papers, of course, paper shits. I read carefully while jotting some words cause I have informed them for a lot of times and they're still having errors. Fucking peasants. After signing up for some notes, I stood and cracked some bones on my neck as I peeked at my wristwatch, shit. I immediately sprint back to the room next to my playroom. It's a master's bedroom that I requested to build and it came perfectly fine. Once I reach the bathroom, I hop inside the shower stall and do my quick shower routine.

Once I'm done, I quickly wrapped--Nah, such a waste of shit. I immediately make my way to the closet and dry off my hair. Putting on some deodorant, I pulled on my boxers with black slacks and swiftly shrugged my jacket as I looked at the mirror. I noticed some growing stubbles on my face as I brushed my hair back and peeks at my wrist watch to see it's 1:37. Great, still have time. Hopping on my shoes, I immediately walk outside of the room and pick up my ringing phone. "I'm done, meet me at...the elevator. You have my coffee? Great." I sighed and hung up the phone as I made my way to the private elevator.

Pressing the button, I immediately stepped inside to see a flushed Russell with my coffee and smile as I mumbled my thank you.

"They're waiting for us in the main, but don't worry, Mr. Anderson. We're not late." He muttered and I smirked.

"Better be, cause if we're late, I won't go there and I'll fuck you here." I scoffed and started unbuckling my belt, making him tensed.

"M-Mr. Anderson, we're not, and we're going to be late if you don't buckle that back." He said while looking at me with wide eyes and I smirked and did as I was told.

"Be thankful, you're cute." I playfully scoffed while wiggling my brows, Making him flush and I chuckled.

"Be ready, we're going to smack their asses." I said when the elevator slide opened and immediately stepped outside.

Taking a last peek at my watch, I move my hand for Russell to open the door. Once we entered the office, they all stood up and greeted me. Fuckers, I can hear their nervousness from here. I nod and motion them to sit as we make our way to our seats. I moved my hand for them to start while looking at the papers, and why are these shits scattered around? I sighed and leaned my back on my seat and just listened to whatever this idiot is blabbering. Nothing new, always shits and shits. Minutes had passed and I still hadn't received any interesting news.

I looked at Russell to see him smiling, silly. These plots are full of fantasy, that explains why he's smiling like a shit. I raised my brows when he noticed me staring and he just shrugged it with a smile. What's there to listen for, there's no romance. Not even a mystery. I just lean back and sip on my coffee before peeking at my watch. This is going to be a long ass day, shit. Ooh, this next is romance plots. I focused my gaze and listened when he called my name.

"Mr. Anderson." One of the editors called out and I nodded for him to continue. "I have found someone, who's known for being a great writer of this 'Dark Romance'. Unfortunately, the author is hiding behind this shady Pseudonym, and we can't contact anyone." He said and my ears suddenly twitched. I looked at Russell and he smiled reassuringly as he gave me a nod, making me roll my eyes.

"Get that someone's background and go straight to my office once it's settled. I don't want to sue anyone, so make sure you have the number." I warned and he nodded. "And, oh. Give me a sample of that someone's books." I said as I stood up, making them look at me. I looked at Russell and he nodded knowingly.

"Let's call it a day. I will be honest with you all. This meeting is full of shits. But, luckily, this guy here has some goods so I won't fire any of you." I simply announced and heard their sigh of relief, making me smirk. "Meeting dismissed. Have a great day." I scoffed and motioned my secretary for us to leave before we leave the room.

"Pheew, that was a great meeting!" I heard him huffing and I shake my head in disbelief.

"It wasn't." I sighed and slipped my hands in my pocket as we continued to walk.

"For you, it wasn't. But, for me, it was!" He said and smiled, making me chuckle.

"You really like fantasies, huh? Why don't you try to write one?" I asked without looking at him, but I know he's smiling.

"I don't want to. I love working here and besides, I just want to stay as a reader so I can support them." He explained shortly. I just sighed and didn't reply, knowing that he's holding himself back, again.

We walked towards the elevator in comfortable silence, back to the office. I told him to cancel that so called special meeting shit. I need to find out something. Something bigger than that shit. I sighed and sat as I lean my back, making me groan in frustration. When I peeked at my watch, I saw it's nearly 3:00. I fished out my phone and immediately dial my brother's number. Hopefully, he picked up quickly.

"Anders! When are you coming back." I heard him ask through the phone and I chuckled.

"We just played, like 3 hours ago, Gippy!" I said and sigh.

"But that's a really long time, Anders!" He said and I rolled my eyes.

"Wait for me then, I'll buy you an Ice cream." I chuckled when he squealed as I retorted my look to the sky window.

"Okay! Be careful, Anders! I have something for you too!" He said, making me raise my brows.

"Hmn, did you spend your money, again?" I questioned with a raised brow even though he couldn't see it. I know he can hear it, he's grumbling under his breath.

"No! Well, just a bit. Oh come on, Anders! Just get home quick! Bye! Love you!" He grumbles and hangs up just as I'm about to ask, making me sigh.

Stretching my arms and huffing some air, I pulled out my laptop as I immediately opened it. I hissed at the sight of flooding emails, popping up on the screen. How am I going to finish this shits? Fucking emails, shits. Hours passed and my eyes seemed to blur by now after what seems like forever, making me sigh heavily. After answering those shits, I can now feel my stomach, eating itself. Fishing out my phone, I tossed some gum in my mouth and dial for my secretary. "Yes, Mr. Anderson?" He answered and I leaned over my back.

"I'll head home now. When you finish your work, make sure to email me back and you head home too... Great." I said and immediately hung up.

Okay, that's a lie. I need to sue someone first. Some fucking bastard.

Okay, okay. We don't get the sexy POV---for now. For now!😂 Omg, pray for our house too, we're getting evicted from here. Anyways, can I call you all Sweeties?!😂 I'll call you sweeties anyway. And anyways, let me know what you think please!💛☝️

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