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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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Through his eyes

I remember the first day we met like it was yesterday.

It was only three weeks ago, but it was still so fresh.

It was another Monday morning and I had been pissed off since the night before from having an argument with my mom about not visiting on top of me having such a long weekend.

The old secretary that used to work with my dad had recently retired and I had found a new appreciation for that woman for the work that was now there for me to do felt like hiking to the top of mount Everest.

It was never ending and I was totally over it, but it seemed as if the devil had it out for me this morning, for I was now dealing with even more bull shit.

"I just arrived in my office from a weekend break and I have to deal with this shit already?" I yelled frustrated as I walked over to my desk slamming my brief case down, but I was started by a head of brown hair popping up from under my desk as she cheerfully said.

"Good morning sir!"