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"He’s the real irl," he’d said once to a journalist "If he had never returned, she would never have died"

For so else

Do not bring hi arrived, I hurried to get ready I’d just finished when I heard the expectant knock on my door It was Moustache Man I followed hi on the ride to Owls He took me into the club and dropped ned to the situation, tired after a late night, and uncoht pencil skirt, one of a fened, with a white silky office shirt I had bought second hand a few years back when I was heavier

I didn’t feel right After wanting a better job for so long, I suddenly wished I was back in irls That was safety, this here was new and different and I didn’t realize until no unready I was by it

One of Borden’s musclemen opened the door and lanced around It wasat all like the backroom I’d been in the first time I’d met Borden Built in bookshelves adorned the walls, and the furnishings were modern and dark I was about to feel hopeful…until I spotted Borden’s desk and another desk placed right next to his

He reallyalongside hi to be side by side

Shit

I frowned on my way to the desk Bully Borden wasn’t here yet I pulled back the office chair to what I kneas going to becompared to his) and plopped down in front of my work computer I stared at the blank screen for ive me my orders

Just do this, Eet sick of you

I wasn’t stupid He was having fun toying withto try and play with my emotions, continue to threaten my future employment and homelessness, and touch me however he liked to prove his dominance Is that what this all was? Did he just want to own someone and torment theardless of why he was doing this, Borden wasn’t looking to physically harm me I was merely his entertainment, one that had talked back at him numerous times and escaped punish all that

So fine, I decided I would play his gaerous to me Maybe to others But not me

The door opened, and I looked up from the blank screen and watched hi bully

Why did this bully have to look so fucking good, too?

I glared at him, my villain, dressed in a tailored, pinstriped suit, his hair slicked back, even an expensive looking watch on his wrist Nothing at all like the si in his mouth

Was that… was that a lollipop?

His eyes met mine and the fucker sness in his demeanour as he walked around the desk and sat down in the chair next to me AllWould he touch ht , doll?" he asked pleasantly

"Fine," I si flustered by his presence

"Good You’ve got a lot of work ahead of you I fired my bookkeeper last week and we’re a bit behind"

I blinked at him "You… You already had a bookkeeper?"