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fice?" His voice was deep, cold, and

the, but my lun

st. He didn't need to raise his voice for me

as intimidatin

long the back of my neck. It was like my body wa

ven before Mr. Ryan lifted his gaze from h

ce trembled, "Good morning, Mr. Ryan," I greeted as that was the first thi

e," He shut his eyes momentarily as if trying to hold back something dark and dangerous. His jaws cle

ything he could t

t tell me you are the one my uncle asked me to give a job...?" He said a

.." I began, licking m

was I apolo

ded st

ou do? Nothing. You just stood there like she wasn't worth saving. And now you think you can just waltz in here, ask for a j

r than disgust-hatred, maybe? It was as if

ubbling up inside me. This was worse than I could have imagined. "It

tle girl choke to death? Or didn't mean to be so heartless tha

heartless bitch, and manipulating people to get undeserved favor

k to do, the only thing that might show him how sorry I truly am. "Please, Mr. Ryan..

Miss. Tera Williams, you

rt sto

-it was all too much. "Please," I begged, my hands trembling as they clutche

work in my company if you were the last person on earth," he said, his voi

the harshnes

s desk, dialing a number, h

hiring her. I don't care what the deal was,

Kingsley was saying only made him angrier. His eyes flashed with

his fist down on the desk with a loud b

t numb, col

ard me. He paused for a moment, his eyes burning into mine, full of disd

dy trembling as silent

supposed

ning, overwhelme

I leave

ously would never give the job to a cold, unfeeling, heartless woman

he door when the door swung open and the secretar

you to yo

*

t sat down in my supposed 'new' o

description, and no appointment letter had be

so st

al Assistant. Although it scared me, considering that I'd have to be around him ev

y life is a

e close of work for the day. I sti

o... Maybe... Leave? Would he g

w I wasn't meant to leave until my boss was ready to close for the day. But h

id my life get

act of kindness... Maybe I can ca

at an early age. I had to learn to fend for m

or special. Sometimes, I worked as a janitor, a waiter in a coff

ant me to leave. That's why I desperately wanted to have my own kids, but Lo

that spilled from my eye

have a miserable