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When I estured me over I froze, part of me cautious, the other part co hard, I hesitantly made my way over

"What do you want?" I immediately asked

Moustache Man smiled, cheerfully "I’m here to discuss your job role and what Mr Borden expects of you on Wednesday "

"Wednesday?"

"Yes, you have the day off toned to be your driver, so you no longer have to worry about public transportation If you letand underline your responsibilities –"

"He’ll do this again if I find another job, won’t he?" I interrupted, forlornly

He paused and then nodded solemnly "Yes, Emma, he will"

"Shit"

"I know this seems out of the ordinary for you, and frankly, he’s never done this before, so I’ood pay," he consoled enerous"

"Generous? He’s forcing me to work for him"

Moustache Man nodded "Yes, but…at least you’re not on his shit list, Eerous place to be on" He cringed for a o in, or we can walk to a café, anywhere with a bit of privacy so I can be thorough about this"

"There’s a diner around the corner," I replied, warily eyeing the bag he was carrying

How thorough did one have to be over a sih was the understate Nazi with all his rules I went through the papers in awe There were explicit instructions on what I could or couldn’t wear, a list of things I wasn’t allowed to bring into the office, specifically my purse which baffled me

"Borden has…a few eneuely "He needs to be careful at all tile a rocket launcher into ?" I muttered defensively

"Believe it or not, we’ve come across so a rocket launcher into a purse seeive his yours in We haven’t had women in his office before, so perhaps he’ll be ned all the papers I needed to, provided all the vital information, and when it came time to look at my pay, I was in for a surprise

"That’s…three times what I make in a week now," I whispered