Demi
I get to work on time, with a few minutes to spare. Sitting at my desk, I prepare for today.
“Demi, a word,” his voice travels to me, and I stand walking to my office, or at least it used to be. I step in and sit down. He stands and walks around, closing the door and blinds.
Great, I'm getting told off again. I fight back the laugh.
“Today, I will be observing you as you work. These are the properties that we're trying to get signed.” He hands me the papers.
“Why are you watching me?” I ask.
“Your sales seem...Too good,” he mutters, and I laugh.
“What? Do you think I'm creating fake people and buying buildings and homes myself?” I laugh slightly.
“This isn't a game or a joke.” He glares towards me.
“And if I refuse?” I ask, and he points towards the door.
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