The Assistant |||18+|||
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I slammed the stack of papers down in his desk fumingly. A little smirk pulling up from his lips, "Whats wrong? Papers got to heavy?" He says sarcastically. "Fuck you, ive done everything you've told me now can I go home please!."
He turns his chair to where he is now facing me, as he slowly leaned back, feasting on my appearance and drinking in my emotions knowing how I get when i'm around him. "No." he says with a cold tone while starring at me with those now dark grey eyes. "Go lock the door miss young....-"
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