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Jun made his way out of the elevator greeting his father’s new secretary. Another old lady with a temper worse then Mary’s. Seriously, what was wrong with his father and his choice of secretaries…
He opened his father’s office without knocking closing the door behind him.
“A door is there for a reason, you know…” His father said as he leaned back on the couch where he was waiting for him.
“Yeah, it’s there for your employees to cower behind and wait for you to give them permission to enter…” Jun responded as he made his way toward the bar then stopping midway remembering last night’s misshape. Better not risk a repeat performance for a while.
“You’re practically one of those employees…” the old man said and Jun leaned back on the couch in front of him giving him a look,
“one with forced labor and no pay…” Jun added and his father c
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