The Incubus's Secretary

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her asked from the kitchen

editation and a shower, spent some time in front of the marble idol of Lord Ganesha and pray for our family's welfare. Even though my father had b

into the sunny-side up, fried eggs and bacon sandwich that she had pre

fied. "Honey, did you get fired from your

say I just got a promotion and now I'm working for my previ

with two cubes of sugar. "That's good to hear. My daughter is all grown up a

u're not dying any time soon and you definitely won't be sett

eek. "We can never predict when our time in this world comes to an e

truck so badly thanks to a drunken driver that his head was completely smashed with no chance of his survival. The scene had been so horrific t

ve a happy life and made sure to save enough for my college tuitions, so my mom didn't have to work to feed us. My parents had loved each other dearly ever since

ble. But I knew she missed my father deeply, even now after so many years have passed. Moreover, she never wished

le did she know that what happened five years ago was a lot more than just a break up from my long time boyfriend. My

travelled down this path a million times in the last five years

I have a new boss to deal with so it might be difficult to reach me for some time. I need to get a

re taking my dirty dished and heading off to the sink t

ed my cell phone into my jacket pocket before put

as running late. The cab took only ten minutes, giving me enough time to order a triple shot of espresso with three sugar cubes, from the Starbucks opposite ReefWood Inc. Mr. Eustein seemed to survive on five-star take

companies with BlueStar focusing more on luxury resorts and spas and Reefwood on restaurants and bars or club houses, but both were still linked to their pare

n himself chooses which of the brothers get which staff members after the initial five-year contract

ped them and offered them all kinds of luxury. But now, it's the opposite way around. The Incubi royalty and sever

ted by a handsome man with sandy blonde hair and light blue eyes. He was wearing a blue suit j

ght bow as he introduced himself. "I'm Mr. Eustein's personal chauffeur.

s a new planner. I took the planner with one hand and before I could ask

I gave him

ck. "You better get going,

! Than

xteenth floor since this was a private elevator that only Mr. Eustein was authorized to use. And neither did I have to wait too long to be greeted by his pres

by the bright rays of the sun, he looked no less than a God with his dark hair and golden eyes. Those

was strained under the bulge of his muscles. He wasn't wearing a jacket this morning and he had folded the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, exposing the e

ly pressed the button and stepped out. But when I glanced up, it was only to find Lancelin Eustein looking a

e and handed him his coffee. "Thank you for letting me serve you." I gave

like a scientist inspecting an interesting bug under the microscope. It made me feel vulnerable, like he could look into my eyes and k

rse and he took a sip of his coffee to clear h

It was right next to Mr. Eustein's office which had one opaque wall. The lounge area was usually used as a sitting area for th

noticed somet

round but there was no one else on this

nt of cunning in his smile. "Sha

usness without letti

ve I gotten