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"Oh my God, it can't be that the peacock is my boss!" Amber thought, biting her lip hard.

"Tell me, then, what are you doing in my office?" Don't tell me you're coming here to bother me? Or are you coming, mmm...—he thought for several seconds—"Do you want to apologize for knocking down my papers?" Because I'm telling you, huh, I'm not going to tolerate you going around my company damaging things, with those oil hands you have," Amber looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

She didn't have oil hands, did she?

She raised her eyebrow a little annoyed, but she had to keep her job, she had to do it. He swallowed thickly, calming the annoyance and the urge to insult his boss.

"I'm Amber Rodríguez, I'll be Lucía del Castillo's understudy, her secretary," Amber held out her hand to Laureti who was looking at her as if she were completely crazy.

"You can't fucking be my secretary!" Not a waitress? He asked with bewilderment.

"Yes, but I was fired because of your great fault, do you forget?" He pointed his finger at him.

A soft smile flashed across Andrea 's lips for a few seconds, just a few seconds because the man was so expensive that he immediately closed his eyebrows in disgust.

"It's not my fault you're throwing drinks around like crazy!" He raised his voice slightly.

"It's not my fault that you think Henry Calvin thinks you're walking on air like Miss Universe!" Andrea clenched his fists, annoyed. Hadn't this woman started work and was already going to be fired?

"What did you tell me?" Laureti asked angrily.

Amber scratched the back of his neck.

"Control the Amber language, you need the job." He thought wisely.

"That you look like Henri Calvin, and that I am at your command, Monsieur Laureti," he said, making sad cat-like eyes, showing his beautiful eyes still more under his long, curly eyelashes.

Laureti looked at her for a few seconds doubtfully, then picked up the phone.

"Are you going to call the police?" Amber asked nervously. Because I haven't done anything, I swear I really do." Andrea rolled his eyes.

"Leave the show, girl, I'm going to call Lucia," he waved his hands for silence. I hope you're better, I'm calling to ask you, who is this crazy woman you sent me as a secretary?! He asked, frowning, while Amber mentally told him that her grandmother was crazier than she was.

"Sir, I know Amber seems a little naïve, but she needs the job, besides, she's very responsible and a quick learner, be patient with her," pleaded Lucia, whom Andrea held very highly.

Laureti looked it up and down to detail it carefully. She didn't look like a very needy person, she was wearing shoes from a good designer brand, plus a very short, but cute, very short skirt "Fuck!" The man mentally exclaimed when he saw his fat and shaped legs full of freckles.

"Don't look at me like that," she heard, "look, I'm not one of those easy women..."

"Shut up! That I wouldn't sleep with a secretary in your dreams," Andrea interrupted.

"Not me with a man as stubborn as you," Amber exclaimed, but why were they talking about sex? Who said they wanted to sleep with each other?

"Well," Andrea hung up the phone. You're going to be on trial for a few days, if I see you causing a lot of trouble you'll be irrevocably fired," Amber nodded.

"Done deal, you'll see you won't feel me," he said, leaving the office looking at Andrea without even looking straight ahead and bumping into the glass door of Andrea 's office.

"Ah! That's what he blurted out as he felt his face crash into the glass.

"Fuck girl! You'll be so clumsy! He exclaimed, holding back his laughter as he saw his head bounce off the glass.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he went out, closing the door and then heading back.

"I forgot, what's my area of work?" He scratched the back of his neck.

"The office next door," says secretary, "please print out the pictures of the electric toys on the computer and it's ready in five minutes, I have a meeting," Andrea replied, looking at his laptop.

Amber went out to her office nervously. She was excited about her new job, she didn't know how much she was going to earn, but she knew it would be a good salary because her friend had been living decently since she had managed to work for the company. When she walked into her office, she was amazed. It looked like an executive's office, with its own desk, a laptop, and a shelf filled with many files arranged in alphabetical order.

He sat down at the desk and turned on the laptop. He searched for several hours for pictures of the electric toys, but couldn't find anything, so he decided to look for them on the internet and print out many of them.

"I didn't know this company would make these toys," Amber thought as she saw the images on the screen.

He took the flash drive, the files and went out to find a place to print them.

The company was large, but by asking around he was able to get to the photocopying area. A handsome, bespectacled young man attended to her.

"Hello, please print some documents," he asked.

"Hello, come in, you can use any of the machines," the boy said. He asked kindly.

When she was studying, she made a lot of copies for her work, so she thought it wouldn't be that difficult.

"Yes, I think so, thank you," she entered the cubicle, and was surprised by the inside of it. They were huge machines, there were about ten photocopiers and printers for different types of paper.

He went to the printer and put the flash drive in, but he couldn't find the mousse anywhere to move the computer.

"Damn! Where will the mousse be? He wondered impatiently.

He walked to see the guy who was manning the copier area, and he was busy with other people from different departments who had come for copies, so he went back to the machine and started hitting it.

"Beggar, you are fucking machine, I need like a thousand prints of that file," he spoke near the machine's voice reader, which was robotically operated.

The machine picked up the command and began to take out the prints.

"Wow! Amber exclaimed, as she began to watch the machine pull out her files. When he saw that it was enough, he took the copies and walked out of there without worrying about anything, but the machine started to go crazy and took out many more copies.

As soon as she arrived at her office, her boss was waiting for her at the door impatiently.

"Are you ready?" He asked, a little annoyed.

"Yes, yes, let's go," she walked behind him.

In the boardroom were several members of the company, such as a Russian partner who worked with Fernanda in Russia and who came to formalize the proposal to make the toys.

"Yes, he's there to suck your secretary's red lips, huh," Fernando elbowed Andrea, who was, as always, serious.

"It's a girl, don't be disgusting Fernando," replied the eldest annoyed for a few seconds of the triplets.

After everyone gave their point of view, Andrea asked for the floor to talk about the project, which he was sure would be a success, like everything his sister invented.

—As you can see, our company is starting a new project in the market created by my sister Fernanda, which are electric toys, then my assistant will show you what are more or less the different toys that we want to make.

Amber bit her lip, nervously. He walked up to the huge table where the most important members of the company were seated and began to hand out the pictures of "the electric toys."

When the members began to see the images, some began to laugh, others almost choked with nerves.

"What's wrong?" Andrea asked, surprised to see everyone's red cheeks.

"That my little sister Fernanda has great ideas," Fernando exclaimed with a mocking smile.

The Russian partner, who was interested in the project of Children's Toys, took the brochure upset.

"I think this is a bad joke, Mr. Andrea! What disrespect for me! He exclaimed, standing up.

"Wait, Mr. Caruso! I don't understand anything, what's wrong?" he asked, astonished by the old man's reaction that he could hardly breathe.

"To see what you showed her, Amber," he snatched the stack of leaflets from the hand of the girl who was looking at everyone in bewilderment.

Andrea almost had a heart attack upon seeing the images, Amber in her sheer clumsiness had printed millions of sex toys, vibrators, and all kinds of them.

Andrea didn’t know how to react, he was so choked that he could hardly speak, Fernanda was going to kill him, besides, his mother would surely give him the greatest lecture.

"What... What's this?!" He asked angrily.

"They're the electric toys he asked for," the poor girl answered, looking down nervously.

"You're crazy!" Children's toys! Games for kids! You're not a pig!

"! And sure, he even uses them." Andrea looked at all the executives who were still in the room, nervous, not knowing how to respond, because, truth be told, yes, if he used them with his lover, who was a complete glutton, but what did that have to do with it? Why did his clumsy secretary talk to him like that?

I was going to speak, but at that moment, Angelo, the guy in charge of the photocopier, entered the boardroom with a folder full of those "filthy" images, made a mess and messed up.

"Mr. Laureti, the printing press was damaged because of your secretary," he pointed at her annoyed. He ordered 1000 prints to be taken in one fell swoop, and he hit the machine.

Andrea stared at Amber with red eyes about to kill her.

"You're fired!" Farewell, you hear me! He shouted in her direction.

Amber didn't know what to do at the time. She walked to her office with a lump in her throat on the verge of tears.

"I don't care, I didn't want this job either," she whispered with tears in her eyes and then burst out laughing like crazy.

"Ha, ha, ha, he deserves the shame he went through for being ill-tempered, what is beautiful about him is bitter. Wait Amber, it's not that she's a bird, or do you actually think your boss, or your ex-boss is beautiful?