[Kamilla]
"Do you know what NSFW means, Miss Matthews?" Mr. Ryder asked the moment I stepped into his office, making me jump.
Zade Ryder, elusive billionaire tycoon. That was all he was to anyone. Well that and a d**k. As his secretary, I had first hand experience with the latter. Everything had to be just so. Perfection. Before me, he went through secretaries like he was popping tic tacs.
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Ryder?" I said stupidly, my mind going blank the way it tended to in his presence.
I wrung my hands, still standing in the doorway, staring at his imposing back.
"Close the door," he ordered in his authoritative voice, back still to me, hands in his pockets as he took in the New York skyline.
This was it. He finally noticed I'm s**t at this job. He was firing me.
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