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Elaine“Listen up,” Mr. Sturm boomed, using a forefinger to push back his glasses that were about to fall off the bridge of his nose. I tried not to stare too long, especially after the way he overreacted a few moments ago. He didn't even let me explain myself. “I want these manuscripts,” he lifted a tall bundle of files from a brown cardboard box by his feet onto the table. “To be read, analyzed, proofread and the grammatical errors taken note of. Can you do that?”I gulped, picking up a file and weighing it in my hands. He watched me intently. “But Sir, it'll take ages to finish this. I thought we had different departments specifically designed to handle proofreading and editing?”“ This is my work, which in turn becomes yours. I still have a couple more manuscripts over there,” he pointed at a shelf at the end. “Those are mine to work on. These are yours.”I bit my bottom lip, feeling a protest bubbling in my throat. The files were humongous and a single one contained at least thir
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Max“What the hell was that all about, Max?” Ryan untangled his legs and leaned forward, his brows furrowed. “Why were you pissed at that girl? Did she do anything wrong?”I let out a deep sigh, burying my face in my palms. In truth, the idea of torturing Cherry until she caved in had seemed perfect in my head. Now, I wasn’t so sure. I couldn’t stand the pain in her eyes, or the subtle hate in her movement as she took the coffee cup away. This was how I wanted things to go.“I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” I averted my eyes to the papers on my desk. Knowing how much of a mind reader Ryan was, it wouldn’t take long for him to figure everything out.He tilted his head, a suspicious smirk dancing on his stupid lips. “You like her, huh?”“God, don’t be such a dick,” I threw a pen at him. He ducked swiftly, sending the pen flying off her dark hair. “Nothing is going on, you rascal.”“Oh, I know,” he wiggled his brows. “Was she the reason you were so agitated during our Satur
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ElaineI'd never been so afraid of anything like this in my entire life.My heart raced as he walked around me slowly, his footsteps light on the rug, yet they sounded like the silent ticks of a bomb about to explode. A tremor went through me as he laced his thumb on my collarbones, rubbing a particular spot.“Stand.”I lifted my face to hold his gaze. He watched me impassively for a minute, turning to settle back on his swivel chair. Being alone with him there was hard, but watching him sit and spread his legs apart, his suit pants clinging to his slender legs and thighs gave me a mini-orgasm. There was just so little I could allow myself to take on at this point. “Come closer and get on your knees,”I nimbly stepped forward, kneeling before him. He kicked off his shoes, impeccable black loafers and thrust a foot into my hands. “Massage it. There’s oil in the cupboard to your left.”I knelt still, rooted. “I beg your pardon? You want me to massage your legs?”“I think I made myself
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“What time do you think he’s gonna come?”Cora and I were in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Finn was curled up somewhere upstairs reading a book. I’d taken an excuse to go come home early from Mr. Sturm, citing my reason as wanting to get started on the manuscript revision which I couldn’t complete at the office. He seemed doubtful, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Thankfully, he made no further comment and said that I could leave.Cora had gone shopping for soup items before coming home with Finn. “He said he’d round up with his office work by seven, so we should expect him by seven thirty.”I darted a glance at the small silver clock hanging above the freezer. We still had over an hour more till he got here. I watched in amusement as Cora washed the sliced chicken laps, her hands shaky and eyebrows were strewn in concentration. “Whoa, you need to chill out, girl. Why are you so jumpy?”She barely spared me a glance, dousing the oven tray with oil. “He’s my boss, Elaine. I have to mak
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The first thought that came to mind after my shock was to shut the door in his face, race upstairs, throw my clothes into suitcases and get the hell out of New York with Finn.But that would be a fool-hardy thing to do. I'd only just gotten a job and life was really looking up.Tch, what a lie. Life was turning out to be a very bad bitch.His eyes roamed past my shoulders into the sitting room as he shuffled his feet awkwardly. “Is Cora inside?”“No — yes,” I mentally facepalmed, moving out of the way so he could pass. His cologne — a heady mix of raspberries and blackcurrant took over my sense of smell as he brushed past me, oddly filling up the room with his presence. He glanced around the furniture fittings and the ceiling-high windows. “You have a nice place, Miss Matthews. Moved in recently?”“Yes,” I placed Finn down, grumbling when he ran off to hug Manny's legs. Manny squatted so he was face level with him and pinched his cheek. “I'm so sorry, Sir. He can be...a lot to take on
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The next morning, I sat with arms folded on a kitchenette stool, Finn sitting on my lap; already dressed up for school but still taking his cereal. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand, yawning. I was so tired — it'd felt like I'd slept for barely two minutes before Finn came jumping into my room — announcing that it was morning already. I'd been too damn exhausted to change out of my dinner clothes, and Cora spent a long time with Mr. Salazar — she still hadn't told me what they discussed — if he agreed to keep his mouth shut and not tell Me. Sturm about Finn.“Come on now, Cora,” I prodded. “What did he eventually say? I don't know, but my baser instincts are telling me to pack up a suitcase and get the hell out of this place.”She laughed, smoothening her tresses with her fingers. “Relax, dear. Remember how long it took to get that job. You're not in New York for anyone but you and your son. If Mr. Sturm finds out, so? Fuck him.”“Do you think he'd be able to press charges aga
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There were days I didn’t want to get out of bed.Sleep was that basic necessity that was sometimes hard to get enough of. And coupled with the loads of manuscripts Mr. Sturm ensured I took home with me every fucking day of the week, I wasn’t even sleeping my normal eight-hour ration. I always stayed up late till two, cutting down sleep time to four and when my alarm went off at five I was too groggy to even move. Some nights Cora stayed up with me to chat as I worked. Sometimes when I fell asleep on my makeshift desk near the window, she piled the manuscripts away and helped me to bed.“You’re not going easy on yourself, Elaine,” she told me one Monday morning as we were having breakfast. Finn was already ready for school and was finishing up his homework on the sofa while I had taken my bath but hadn’t dressed up yet. “I understand that you’re a go-getter. You’re hardworking and hates having work piled up but don’t you think you should take good care of your health first? It’s taking
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ElaineI stood in the empty lobby with a notepad in hand, writing down stuff I'd need to get from the grocery store while waiting for Vivienne who'd gone to take a pee. It was way past dismissal but I'd stayed back to finish the manuscript I'd been working on all day and turn it in to Mr. Sturm for final inspection before it would be sent to the publication team. Almost everyone had gone home."Hey, Elaine. Don't you think it'd be a great idea if the two of us go out for drinks tomorrow to celebrate your first week at work?" Vivienne suggested the minute she came out of the bathroom, adjusting her skirt. "Consider it a treat from me. You don't have to worry about paying anything.""Ah." I pause, thinking hard on my schedule. Cora had said something about a date with Terry last night while we were chatting, and frankly I didn't want to leave Finn in her care for yet another afternoon. It wasn't fair, and I could see how much the date meant to her when she told me about it. "It's not a
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