Ella.
"Mr Ambrose, Mr Park is holding on line 4," I announce through the speakerphone.
It's Monday morning and we're back at work. It's only 8 o'clock, and Kane has already been receiving non-stop calls to schedule meetings for the week.
"Thank you, baby," his voice smooth like honey. "Please come to my office in 20 minutes."
Ignoring him, I glance at my laptop screen and see 15 emails, all containing contracts that need to be printed out for Kane to sign. I wonder why today is so chaotic; it hasn't been this intense since I started working here 5 weeks ago, especially not this early in the morning.
Leaving my desk, I head to the printer in the far corner of the room only for an error to pop up on the little screen printer jammed. I growl just one more thing for me to do this mornin
