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boss of my boss. Putting on a front I made my way to my cluttered desk. There was a method

ver my remark while I pulled out my files and laid them on my desk. It was not typical for someone in his position to spe

ffee cup. She was an astonishing girl, and I was fortunate enough to grow quite close to

ng as always." I replied with a s

uld have brought you a coffee as well. Would you like one?" She stumbled over her words, quite em

nd had not spoken on why he was here. The alarm bells were going off, and yet

would reply and end this uncomfortable silence he was giving.

ew possible prospects." Standing, he began to pace around my office,

drank leisurely on my coffee,

art skipped a beat at his words. I could not help but question the suspense. Did that mean a promotion?

insight into your operations if you would like?" I beamed at him as he turned around and gazed at me with a teasing grin. Embracing

my job on the line, after all. Moving from my seat, I headed towards the window, taking my place next to Mr. Robbins. I wa

e mine as I stood uncomfortably. I could not help but notice precisely how ne

?" Brantley said firmly. H

y very self-conscious of my answer. Perhaps that was not what he wanted to hear. Maybe he was looking for what w

back control of my firm, for the time being, seeing as no one I can think of is qualified for the position of editor

agree with you." Brantley looked utterly in shock over my response. Nodding my head, I turne

is suit jacket. "No, Clarissa. I think that will be all. I would appreciate a meeting Monday to

igh. "Of course, Mr. Brantley. I wil

p but let the tears slowly fall down my cheeks. I was f

iately tidying up my desk, I turned off my table lamp and made my way out into the reception area

petite pale skinned girl with a short black bob and soft gray eyes. I had to admit she was the sweete

and sofa are calling me." She giggled at my statem

t of the front door. It was dark out, and the air outside was dreary. Turning off the building

Reaching into my pocket, I removed my headphones and placed them in my ears. My walk was

is feet laid another character, but I could have sworn the man staring at me had long nails, and his eyes seemed to glow. Standing wide-eyed in fear, I did the only thing I cou

d out the window. It was at that moment a figure came up the steps, and I froze. A tall, gorgeous Hispanic man stood there panting as his eyes followed me on

at that moment;