THE MAFIA'S ASSISTANT

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His chestnut gave him the forever young look, his honey brown eyes matching

ng, I had forgotten the location of the office.

member its exact location” I said as sweetly I could.

ment. And no, I’m not this young” he said pointing

val skills with Johnson,” I took note of what he told me; the dos and don’ts. We took a det

nson. Sitting, standing and roaming about the huge office—tha

te too? But he’s the boss and this is his money,” I sat down on a soft c

e out like venom ready to poison anyone. I feel bad for how ever making him this angry, I feel worst fo

that stupid man though I would never find out!) he was enrag

black suit, he was the same person from last week. The door opened again, and J

locked

nd the other man in the room turned to look in my direction. T

r waiting for over 45 minutes. Not nice bro,”

y thing. You’re giving me a headache.” Refusing to acknowledge my presence yet still. His

for sir.” Placing the folder, he was holding on the table. I guess my curios

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hnson’s office. He was changed to a new navy-blue suit with a white shirt to

finally spoke up. His clicking finger stops on the keyb

the question back at me. What did he want?

friend” I kept it simple. I didn’t was to do anythi

gonna be working overtime with me. I need assistance with some documen

g a boss isn’t as easy a

ittle before leaving the office. My heart jumped ou

he said pushing past me. I held his sleeves turning him to face

on his fair cheek. I freeze for a second wondering if he

due respect, I would like it if you avoid using the word ‘whore’

ng from my eyes falling. Making my way to the lunch area for th

? Why’s your makeup running?” she left

h you today. My boss wants us to work together, might even come home late” I said only loud enough for her