Being Mr Hunt's Wife

or twenty minutes before sh

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somethin

reath. "I just got a job interview. It'

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lem..." Alura's fingers twisted in her

ortunity. I applied months ago and I never thought they'd call me. If I miss this interview, I might never get another chance like this and I need to work, I ca

abel called gentl

he didn't realize sh

thing came up from my end

uh

ing. I was even going to call you this morning to reschedule." She laughed softly

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ng even though she's a lower class girl, it's definitely

idn't even know

sn't a real marriage anyways. It was a busine

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arrived

neck tilted back to stare up at the building. It was fort

le through the floo

uit she had and her shoes wer

elf. "I'm going for a job interview on the s

ve her a strange lo

d her shoulders a

ed on marble floors as she walked. A massive reception desk wa

"I'm here for an interview? Alura Wayne, thr

course. Please take the elevator to the fo

r. That's exe

e, showing the city as it climbed

turned; she was

floor, she felt like she was floating

oors

xpensive blouse waited ther

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utive secretary. Follow me." The w

d followed clos

d with modern artworks. Everyth

pped outside

ast one cried during her first week. So just know that

sed, "Why are you

like you. You seem nice. And I don't want you to be blindsided." She kn

me

ide was deep, cold

r. "CEO Hunt, your thre

, then disappeared down the hal

Alura ste

ze comp

floor to ceiling windows that

e wall, filled with

office, and behind the desk sat the most int

ucius

the kind of man who wore his wea

nt was the op

nties. With sharp jawline and perfect skin t

robe. His hair was styled perfectly, infact everythi

without looking

om his desk. Her hands were swea

greeted, not sure

yes swept over her once, they looked

er marketing firm." His voice was bored. "You have Mediocre ref

m a hard worker. I'm detail ori

real. Why you? Why should you be my secretary instead of the f

's cheeks. "Becaus

pla

, impossible deadlines, situations where giving up would have been easier." She met his eyes. "You want perfection? I'll give you perfect

pression di

let. "The position requires twelve hours a day. Weekend working

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calls during

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onday. Seven AM

t jumped. "I

urn it down?" His eye

cept. Thank you, sir.

stood, extending his hand. "Wel

and. His grip was firm and cold,

ck, his eyes cau

hand. The

n shifted with a f

ed." It wasn'

s sir. R

e ring. "That's

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