A Broken Love With The Mafia

ife. Anyway, that is a story for another day. Today, as I walked into the office, the buzz surrounding the CEO's hot massages was louder than ever. The air crackled with excitement, a

g with hormonal teenage

er how I looked at it, this guy definitely sounded like a pervert. I loved my peace at wo

please," Shelly called from behind me as she sauntered into the kitchen, leaning heavily against the count

ow raised. I hadn't seen her since yesterday at lunch. She

that coffee to get me up and going. I feel

austed. "I can see that.

ll explain later. Our team leader wants to see me. Please bring the coffee to M

called over her should

, but I didn't think the workload had been that intense. Pushing the thought aside,

re to die for," Hannah, a jun

ouldn't mind coming back from work for that perfect touch of his," another

er stuff as well," came another voice. No way-was t

d my eyes. I knocked on the door to announce my

formal voic

r a minute that our client was here and caught

ne icy. I was ticked off. They were supposed to be preparing for an important client meet

turned to leave, but someone called

her, my irritation simme

yet?" she asked enthusiastically,

curtly, cross

O only offered this to our departmen

cut her off, stepping out of the meeting

eard one of the ladies wh

," another

of the women remark

mpting to defend me. "She probably just shook off her morning grumpine

around. They couldn't be openly discussing inappropriate things when they should be fo

at his "offer" posed a significant risk to the company. It was clear that