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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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Party prep

"Yes, yes, but I wanted the bouncy house, and the trampoline." I sighed on the phone as I talked to the party supplies rental place as I began to feel frustrated.

"I know ma'am, but the trampoline has already been booked for that day, now if it were another day-"

"Why would I want a trampoline for my son's birthday party, on a day that is not his birthday?" I snapped, but then took a deep breath trying to get a hold of myself, "look I'm sorry, for losing my temper on you earlier. I know that it is not in your control, but for future reference invest in more than one trampoline eh? I'm sorry, but we will no longer be needing your services."

"But ma'am we-" he tried to say, but I just hung up on him, and crossed out their name from the list.

Well back to the drawing board I guess.

"So how is party supplies hunting?" asked Emilio, coming into the kitchen where I was, and I sighed.

"Not good. Now we don't have neither a bouncy house, nor a trampoline."