This asshole better take his hand off my back in the next three seconds or I will-
His nervous, sweaty hand was gross. At least he has the sense to be nervous. He should be. They can’t do this to me. I built that company. They think by firing me that will be the end of it. Never.
The smog is thick and the traffic is giving me a migraine. Screw this city. Maybe I’ll get out and move to the east coast. They're more my speed anyway.
“Good day Miss Newton.”
If I smile, will he go away?
Apparently. It’s about time he got the hint.
Oh good, my car. I need a latte and a vodka.
“Let’s go Marco. We’re done here.”...
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