Good morning
Emily
I'm twenty years old and it's my first time today
internships in a corporate company of my dad's friend,
one Shawn Mendes.
Apparently, it's pretty cool and
a flirt but it won't be so easy with me
I'm going to show him that women aren't dolls that
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can wrap up her charm and money.
I am sitting in a white chair in the waiting room, I tremble with fear that
I'll do something wrong and Mr. Mendes will throw me out, really
I want to attend the internship here.
The Mendes
The Corporation is the best company in Toronto, it's a wonder
my father gave me a place here.
I gasp as the lid of a large wooden door opens
himself, a tall, well-built brunette with a slight curl
standing on his forehead says my name very much
sexy way ... Maybe that's just what I think
probably the hoarse voice in his voice.
Miss Emily Evans - looks around the room while a
when it meets my scared gaze it smiles
radiantly.
He opens the door wider and gestures to me to show me
come in.
I swallow my saliva and walk in hesitantly.
Of course, I wouldn't be myself if I hadn't capsized
about the door sill.
I might not be wearing those goddamn high heels ...
Brunette hold my body, which was ready to meet with
flooring.
His strong dtones entwine my weak body for fear of that
it will fall apart soon.
I smile a little and Mendes lets me go
helping me to stand on my feet.
He clears his throat and gestures for me to rest.
I sit down on the plastic chair and look at the man in
black suit.
Looks at my documents, in
which is the list of my ratings and my opinions
teachers.
-Averaging five-zero, exemplary behavior - nods
gtowa and looks at me.
I smile and look down.
-What about the employment contract?
If within a month
if you meet my expectations, I may hire you.
I open my eyes wide and try to make sense of him
sts.
Working at The Mendes Corporation?
For me?.
I nod my head vigorously and the man holds back
giggle.
-Then be there tomorrow at eight in the morning,
We will arrange all formalities as well as yours
responsibilities.