Written by Ife Doe.
Vanessa felt the dread of her boss’s return start to ease up after a quick run to the bathroom. Yes, Adora had told her that she was returning to the office before 6am that morning, still seeing her was as dreadful as could be imagined!
Fucker! Vanessa couldn’t help swearing under her breadth as she made her way to her desk.
She knew she had a lot to do especially with the fabric people but she couldn’t shake the anger/fear that was slowly taking over her. She made the call and ordered for an obscene amount of French lace as instructed by the all-knowing Adora. Apparently, the creative designer of ADOR had something interesting up her sleeves.
…Something interesting?! What the fuck was this stupid woman doing back in the office after only burying her husband the evening before?! She knew that Adora was a cold hearted bitch but this?! This was downright crazy!
She shivered some more. She remembered when she first came to ADOR for a Job. She had loved fashion soo much and the idea of working for the biggest fashion house in the country was so damn attractive! She remembered her first impression of Adora at her interview. Adora, the owner and creative director of the fashion house, had worn the blankest expressions on her face as she asked Vanessa a string of questions. Vanessa remembered thinking Adora was a cold bitch but she had refused to pay any mind to it since she was only applying for the position of an assistant PR personnel and had no plans on working directly with the “boss”.
She remembered how bad she wanted the job and how she had done all to prepare for it. All, including stalking Adora’s right hand man, Dave. She remembered how thrilled she was to find out that he was known in the industry not only for his managerial skills but also his love for all things in a skirt. She remembered staring him straight in the eyes as he occasionally asked some questions of his own and how her eyes communicated her bargain that her words didn’t.
Dave was hot! Dave was smoking hot so she was willing to risk it. She was willing to put all on the table for this one and enjoy whatever came even if it did not include the job. Thankfully he got her message and two nights later, they fucked. She had enjoyed every dirty bit of it and so had he. That night had been replicated more than 4 times and just when she had given up hope of being anything more than Dave’s plaything, the call came.
The only problem was that she did not get the job as the assistant PR personnel… No. Adora had asked that she be employed as her bloody personal assistant! She would have turned down the offer if she could, for something in Adora’s eyes dared her to try it.
It had been a little over a year but her immense fear for her boss had not in any way subsided. Now, the fear rode quietly beside a seething rage that had no courage to rear its head. She knew she feared Adora more than anything and the thought of what Adora would do if she knew terrified her some more.
Ife Doe
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