"Shouldn't you be working?" The male voice says. I lifted my head from the desk to look at this guy talking to me. He is tall; fuck, he's hot, but no thank you. "I am just having a rest," I responded sarcastically. "What would Mr. Waitland say?" He asks, folding his arms. Staring at him in his black jeans and shirt, he was trying to show off his muscles. "He would laugh," I replied while rubbing my temples. "Could I please see Mr. Waitland?" "Knock yourself out; the door is there." Pointing to the door, he smiles. I watched him stride to the door, then enter the room.
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