Danielle<
“Danielle! Get in here, now!”
I jumped in my seat in front of the big doors, spilling my cup of ramen noodles onto my blouse.
“s**t! s**t, s**t, shit.” If there was one thing Mr. Grant hated it was sloppiness, and here I was dripping with cheap soup stock.
My silk was stained, the material sticking to the tops of my breasts.
“By now, I meant immediately, Danielle! Not at your personal convenience.”
I swore again under my breath, and entered his office.
Maybe a miracle would occur, and he wouldn’t notice. Please, God, have mercy!
“Sit,” he commanded.
I moved toward the chairs once again, but he stared at me, frowning, until I circled the desk and perched on the edge.
“Yes, Mr. Grant?”
“What took you so long? I need you to type these notes up for me, and…”
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