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My skin tingled where his fingertips laid on my bare thigh and the hand across my mouth keeping me from screaming, felt like it was on fire. His body was pressing me in between him and the door of the small closet we were hiding in. If I hadn't been so terrified, I would have thought this was kind of hot.
I could hear a gun cocking on the other side of the door.
My hands started to shake and my body went cold. I suddenly felt very sober. What the fuck was going on? I looked up to see Harry staring down at me. His eyes were wild and the look on his face was a warning not to make a sound.
"He isn't here sir." We heard the man walk down the hallway again.
We both let out long breaths of relief. Harry took out his phone and starting typing a frantic message. Probably alerting the security team downstairs that there was someone in the office.
We slowly switched positions and he and opened the door, taking a long look to make sure the man was gone.
Pulling me by the wrist again towards the office and he made sure to gently close the door and lock it. Grabbing a chair from the other side of the room, he placed it under the door handle.
"What the fuck was that?" I whisper shouted.
Harry walked over to the couch and took a seat, rubbing his hands through his hair.
"I have something to tell you"
***
Violet is an overweight, midwestern, tattooed, 23 year old, who basically got her diploma yesterday. She somehow lands her dream job working for one of the most powerful men in LA, and begins her career in talent management as an executive assistant. There has always been rumors of unfavorable behavior in the industry, gross men, wild parties, and stuck up stars. She soon learns that things(and people) aren't always what they seem.
*This story is purely a work of fiction. Any names and likeness used in accordance with events in the story are not directly related to the actual people. I'm just using their faces for visualization purposes.*