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Hot Coffee

Have you ever been involved with your boss? Are you clumsy? Have you ever poured Hot Coffee in you're boss? If you answered "Yes" to atleast (2) two of these questions then you might be able to relate to our Female Lead, Marianna Catalina Rodriguez. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marianna had embarked on a new journey in life working for the young Mr. Martinez who is notoriously known for his hot temper. Although Mr. Martinez's temper is hot do you know what is more hot? Thats right the hot coffee spilled all over him on the first day on Ms. Rodriguez's employment. But what is this? She isn't fired but promoted? What could possibly be the reason? A change of heart or just the main motive of getting in her pants? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There is only one way to find out and its by following along with the story of Marianna and Mr. Martinez. All work of fiction. Any real life events and people resemblance are all of pure coincidence. Leave comments and give feedback if you like. You can also follow me on ig. Ig and discord are both on my profile. Thank you for giving my story a chance and happy reading. •||☆2nd book of this series☆||•

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"Uhh thank you for the furniture again Mr. Martinez. I truly do appreciate it, but I don't feel comfortable taking handouts so I will be paying you back soon, so if you could kindly provide me with an invoice that would be really appreciated."

"Did you sleep well?" he asked not taking his eyes off his computer as he completely ignored what I had just said.

"Umm no not really. I hadn't really gotten a change to set up the furniture as I had hoped to last night, but I will do so tonight."

"They didn't do the assembly?" he asked confused and a bit mad I think, and I shook my head no and he sighed, "I can't believe this. What are you doing now?"

"Umm nothing really. I'm finished with what you asked me to do."

"Let's go." he said getting up from his seat and grabbing his jacket.

"Sir?" I asked confused, "let's go where?"