Dangerous Past, Perfect Future

etti call from his office "Ms. Johnson, bring me the files for ev

all back, sighing inwardly, t

d gloves. The temperature is

ti and Mr. De Luca believe that all their empl

e kitchen and prepare a double espresso for Mr

few years back, this only takes a

ice and put them on the desk and then g

deadlines. As we continue, I make notes of all Mr. Marchetti's queries and put them in

. Marchetti watching me. I find this stra

game face on as soon as I step into the eleva

from Umai, we are still going to

I ask " Any

ety platter, orde

he order in, I ta

hroom, I realize things are changing, and this m

my mind for the time being,

ty lets me know that he is

The only way to access the elevator is with an a

en go into the kitchen to

drawers, but cannot

is her job to make sure the kitchen i

rchetti, myself, Mr. De Luca, Camille, Mr. De Luc

p a kitchen stocked for 5

ckly run downstairs, hoping t

ds, I suddenly hear a sneer behin

g, I sigh inwardly, I really do no

turn to face the bitch

ay, I look down at what I'm dressed in and feel

f the break room, she stop

fice gossip, it doesn't take a geniu

ecretary, but then I was employed. And so fa

ur temper tantrums today Amber" I

f us" she says as hatred fills her eyes.

f black, scalding coffe

and hip, I swear as I pull t

ch set up, then I will go clean myself

ice, he looks up, whatever he wa

happened

one to let anyon

spilled coffee on myself,I

nds. He stands up and goes into his en suite, he re

nnot walk around wearin

mumble a thank you, and

lf to comprehend w

burned bright red. I take a towel, wet it

that the burning feeling subsides, when

nd cover my ample breasts that

him, "Mr. Marchetti, what

e to check on you" His e

ssment over the state of my undress, or

ne, they are unreadable. They then drop to my breas

sed, and come to my office so I can put o