Falling Into His Power
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as I hurried through Austin Enterprises' glass doors. I looked at the clock on the fa
?" The hum of the workplace was b
g. She always had that arrogant tone in her speec
head down, "I'm not late,"
ugh for me to hear, along with the
rmurs after years of this. But every time someone like Olivia reminded me o
ry long time to start. I attempted to concentrate while my fingers lingered over the keyboard. How
d the grumble in my gut. I had barely made it through dinner last night, an
fice tension was too much to handle. Because of him, ever
in P
s he walked in like a storm cloud. My heart raced at
tice me, so I kept my
as cold and cutting as i
he marketing manager, Mr. Wallace, was standing
allace's face went w
d up a file. "Is this what you
n't com
ient's name incorre
ice fel
closed his mouth, b
but not softening. "Are you aware of how em
care of it
e been
looked at Peter in disbelief as
and said, "Pack your thin
e a blade, the place remained silent. I glanced
o make any mis
departed, keen to get away from the oppressive stress that Peter Austin had brought wi
oked at the clock. There
as I was ready to t
" Her tone made my stomach turn. She was the operations
ly, "I-I didn't work
t right. Right now. By 8:30
ld object, t
e file after opening it. It was a complete jumble, with missi
for me to work on! Howeve
were shaking. It seemed like a
mmering by the time I pushed "Send." It
f. It was finished. I mig
y suitcase an
s Al
n my tracks by
ded when I cautiously turned around. My heart almost
led, gripping my
h he spoke in a calm tone, I c
report had a problem." "I-uh-fixed
ne as he took a step c
s,
eadable gaze of his for a mi
my office," he
to my stom
righ
ain he could hear it, I silently followed him. W
ed the door. The room was softly lighted, with a desk
t," and shut th
eyed. As I waited for him to say somethi
e leaning on his desk
on I called you here?" His
t, I swallowed h
lightly, making it h
uss your pe
was coming next. Would this be the end of