Mistress Madeleine
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Last published Sat, Jan 8, 2022
"Tabloids has it CEOs Jules and Clemence Laurent are looking for a new secretary" Amerieella says while looking at me
"What does that have to do with moi mon cherie?" I reply as I continue my puzzle, I was so close to getting the final pieces
"Well you're unemployed and have the perfect qualifications for it, there's no one who graduates from an ivy league with a bachelor degree that's unemployed" she tries to further her point
"I wouldn't be unemployed if the men I worked for weren't so égoïste, and plus I'm rich, I don't have to lift a finger for the rest of my life if I don't have to, je n'ai pas besoin non plus"
"ugh whatever, rich hardheaded bitch" she rolls her eyes at me while glaring and I smile
"I guess I can try it out, I am getting a little bored"
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CEOs Jules and Clemence Laurent are looking for a new secretary and they're not just looking for anyone.
Madeleine Piaf doesn't need a job, but she is getting bored, and she should never be bored.
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