RESIGN?

CH1

I am tired. Tired of passing my hand through my already tousled blonde mane. Tired of playing with my silver cufflinks in an attempt of distraction. Tired of the blabbering greedy old man before my eyes. I scan his face, trying to find any trace of fatigue or exasperation, but I'm disappointed to see none.

"I'm sure you and I are on the same wavelength, Mr. Agreste." I sigh for the umpteenth time since the beginning of this meeting. He gives me a, I must say, disgusting smile probably encouraging me to give in to his project but only pushing me to end this entre-vue right now.

"I don't think so Monsieur Florence. I found this planning of yours quite clumsy and one-sided. You can come back another day." I say firmly while resting my chin on my right knuckle.

I could see the anger in his eyes in his crinkled eyes. When Agreste Fashion was passed down to me by my father at 21, I knew the older investors would look down on me. So, I spent 10 years imposing my pace and bringing the brand to what it is today. And if one of them wants to rebuke then too bad - I'm the boss here.

"That can't be -" He stopped mid-sentence when the door suddenly flung open. I can only think of one person who has enough audacity to enter my office without knocking. The soft clatter of her elegant heels resonated as she stepped towards us. Her hips clad in a tight business skirt moved in cadence with her steps and the soft bounce of her breasts.

Marinette.

"Mr. Florence." she gave him a polite nod before turning her attention back on me.

"I'm afraid you'll have to end right here with Mr. Florence. Your 3pm appointment will be here shortly." she added taking her place by my side.

"Will that be all?"

"You also need to go through these for HR." coordinating word with action, she dropped an averagely voluminous file on the glass table top. Needing a distraction from her fleshy cleavage hanging just above my head, I quickly looked back to the old man opposite to me.

He was stuck looking at Marinette, almost like every other male in the building. The creep licked his lips as his eyes cascaded down her form lingering on her sumptuous breasts and voluptuous ass. I could sense the anger rising in my blood with each passing second.

"You may leave Mr. Florence." I said unable to hide my annoyance. He seemed to wake up from a trance. He clumsily stood up and quickly said:

"Think about what I said, Mr. Agreste." I gave him a dismissing nod before turning on my swivel chair to face Marinette. Apparently, the man was quite determined to exasperate me today because just before crossing the doors, he turned to say: "Perhaps Miss Marinette could escort me to the elevators."

I could already imagine Marinette smiling politely and obliviously give in to his bratty request but before she could even think about it;

"Marinette is my personal assistant, not some secretary. I believe you can lead yourself to the exit." That concluded the argument before it could even start.

"Make a note never to receive that man in my office again" I let out the second he ridded my office of his presence.

"Very well. But at this rate, you'll probably have to meet all your associates out of the office."

"Well, it's their fault for annoying me."

"Will you need anything before the arrival of Miss Lu."

"Nothing you can give me." As senseless as it may seem, Marinette was not attracted to me - not one bit. We've been working together for more than 5years and the damn woman never made a move on me, not even once.

During the first five years as head of the Agreste brand, I went through a thousands of assistants and all (and I mean ALL) of them were more interested in my dick than the workload. And then one day, Marinette DuPain Cheng stepped into my office, sexy as fuck and didn't cast more than a glance in my direction.

At first I thought she was putting up the innocence act because, well let's face it - I'm probably the hottest man in France - but eventually days turned to weeks, weeks to months and months to years. At some point, I had to face the fact that the sexiest woman I'd laid my eyes on was obviously not interested.

But that didn't stop me from being magnetized to her, from getting hard each time I caught a whiff of her sweet feminine scent, from touching myself to her sexy image. Yes! That's just how hard the problem is.

"You say that nearly everyday Adrien. What could possibly be so rare?" You

A sudden knock interrupted our conversation and before I knew it, Marinette was leading Miss Lu in. My eyes discreetly lingered on her retreating back asking myself for the nth time what it would be like to drum that ass.

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