The Desires of My Boss

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cal bills keep adding up, and every day feels like I'm sinking deeper into a hole I can't escape. Finding a job has been tough. I've gone from one bad

hristopher Russell. Salary: $100,000 per month." One hundred thousand dollars. That amount feels unreal.

g to calm my nerves. I look at my reflection. A girl who's been through a lot. My pale skin looks ghostly under the lights, and my long brown hair falls around my shoulders. I

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icant sits in front of me, looking nervous and desperate. I've seen it all before. None of them matter. But then, she walks in. Amelia James, it

she makes, and it pulls me in like a predator after a prey. The way she tries

nd she's biting her plump lip. She holds onto her Cv like it's a lifeline, but I don't car

lfonso, with his Mafia business. But power is power. Whether I control a

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im from the corner of my eyes. He's tall and serious, with dark amber eyes that pull you in. His suit is sharp, and every move he makes seems planned

ally. He doesn't speak right away, just looks at me like I'm something to s

s low, it has a seductive drawl to

already knew everything about me b

per, barely a

s. "You're here for the secretary job.

tart talking about my experience, but it feels empty, l

f me. "A hundred thousand dollars a month is a lot o

my spine. There's something more behin

ver it takes," I say, my h

r. "I believe you," he says, standing up slowly. He walks

mom's medical bills are

aches out, and I think for a second he's going to touch me. But he doesn't.

a warning than a promise. My whole body shakes under the weight of his words.

o less dangerous. "I'll send a car for you." Before I can say

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ady mine. This was never about a job. It's about power. Control. She'll fight m

o give in. She'll come to love it. No one escapes the Russell fa

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art is still racing, and my hands won't stop sha

n my head, "I take care of what'

ve my mom's life, but I know there's a price. And deep down, I know Christopher R