Secret Ties (I Keep Editing chapters for better reading)
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Last published Tue, Jun 9, 2020
"Let go of me!" My voice comes out strain and tight.
He let go of my arm and glare down with his arms across his chest riling his impressive tight bicep muscles
Did he get those muscles from just sorting out manuscripts? I wonder
"You should explain, what all that was for?" He points back at the room to emphasise what's he's talking about.
I clear my throat that's now contrite from the small distraction of his impressive body
"I don't have anything to explain to you. I don't owe you any!"
I throw at him with a glare and walk out leaving him there mouth wide open.
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"Come in"
Rose's voice comes sharp and sturdy from behind the closed door. Well. That's not a good start
I roll my eyes at her
"Don't do that!"
"What?" I ask in total confusion.
She's fully staring at me. No, glaring at me.
I stare back.
"Don't roll your eyes at me. I know you do that when I acknowledge you that way"
Go figure
"Sit" She commands and grab her chair to sit as well.
Her crystal aqua blue eyes bore into me. What a creep!
"Elena....you're slacking off. I read your reports and I'm not impressed"
"News flash bitch I don't IMPRESS"
"__There are some new interns coming in soon and if you don't push up, I might place you to work with them. By this you build your team spirit and also leave........
"Why would you wanna do that?!"
My voice comes out sharper than I intended and even more venomous.
"What did you just say?" She spurt out after what seem like hours of her staring at me without uttering a word. Exerggerated though, It only took her five minutes to regain her composure.
"Ivy, as much as I would love any opinion on this matter from you. I won't torelate that tone and manner of talking from you!" she slam her palm on the table and a grunt.
I am a bit startled.....
"I won't tolerate you talking to me that way either!
I rage at her, my chest puffing and all hostility riling out like a tidal wave.
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