A Broken Love With The Mafia

in the office as soon as I walk

d partner-in-crime, Shelly, raises an e

s means being early for the f

late-not just five minutes late, but thirty, forty minutes late. Honestly, I'd probably have been fired by now if it weren't

e biggest companies in Hatfield, South Africa. For the past six years, I've bee

like anyone else in this world, I hate getting up early. If it were up to me, I'd sit at home binge-

he pile of deadlines I need to tackle this week. Just as I'm pulling out my laptop, I catch Shelly lingering near my desk, her hands clasped behind her

says, her voice a hushed whisper, as if she's

my screen. "Nope. I didn't hear any

the ladies in the sales department." She wiggles her eyebrows, leaning closer with a conspiratorial grin. "Appa

That's sweet of him." I smile slightly, impressed. For a new CEO to acknowledge the team's hard work a

tches me with that glint of mischief still in her eyes. "Wha

er more fully, a bit confu

ee massages." She nods slo

he's sending us to

ing massages? Ella Beauty? HZ Spa?" I throw out names of the top spas in our area, places th

ered something even more exotic than an experience at those fancy spa bo

" Now she's got my attention. As a spa enthusiast

ting her lip in amusement, watching my rea

siasm instantly d

st, everyone thought he was joking. But no, turns out a few ladies took h