Zac PovIt's been fourteen years, and I turned twenty-eight last week. My secretary knocked on my glass door, I just stare at him, he understood and pushed the door and walked in. When I raised my brow he voiced, "Sir, it's time for a board meeting". I nodded so he excused himself and left me alone. I signed the last three files and stood on my feet, buttoned my black Armani suit, shoved my cell phone into my pant pocket, and walked to the exit. Once my secretary sensed my presence, he stood straight, I walked to the elevator and he followed me closely. Once the doors closed, he pressed 10 and stood behind me. He is the only one who stayed in this position longer, I mean six months. I changed at least a hundred secretaries, the women who I appointed are all sluty, and the men were dumb or over works which I hate. This guy wait! What's his name, I forget. He is the only one who did whatever I thought in my mind. He is good at mind reading. I know it's too much but I don't like to talk
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