RI

k on mine. "Why are you still standing there

my words. "I...I'm sorry, s

want you to go through. I want them arranged alphabeticall

nishing her this way was a start. She didn't complain. She nodded.

rds the shelves to begin work. She

s. "I didn't ask you to snoop. I said arrange," I snapped at

sir," she said w

I warned her, and sh

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g. I noticed her stretching. There were lots of fi

air. You are here to work, not

finding it hard to express herself because I was ther

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IV

ind, but I couldn't because I might lose my job. I knew he was doi

knew who he was beforehand. But wait! Why didn't he give the job to someone els

nd needed some break. I had spent hours doing this, and he didn't ev

u doing?" I

k turned to me, I ro

my eyes, realizing that the office ha

knowing how to defend myself becau

hand. "Come,

ce. "Yes, sir," I s

our noteboo

d it from my back.

having dinner at Square House at four o'clock. Make sure you make the arrangements,

he said and nodded

e what you are doing," he

and went back to what I wa

ee. I hadn't had anything to eat before leaving the house. I was super hungry. My gr

ng to me. He is so rude and arrogant. Why can't he just let me go and have some break and then come back? You need

nd of the chair. Since I had my back to him, I'm sure he stood up or something. Then I heard him walk

e is the worst ever. He is an animal. I don't want to be with someone like him. He irks me. Maybe I

hat. He finally came back, and the

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ecause I had a serious headache. Whenever I don't eat, I always get headaches.

driving to my house. We got inside my house. The first thing I did when I

some massag

ad. "I can ma

you? Did you do something to him? This is like your first day at work, s

d he raised a brow. "Is he for real? Why does this sound childish? Why is he being chi

ts to take his anger out

u won't leave the job even though I ask you to leave, but don't do anything that will

this job badly. I really

Just be caref

be fine. What about you? How is work?

y. It's better than yesterday," he sai

him. This is his only source of income. Being a gym instructor is somethin

but I did with his help. He kept pushing me until I achieved my desired weigh

a model. It's really silly, honestly. When I was fat, they didn't want to be close to me, but now they do? It's never going to

cause he has to be at the gym as early as 6 a.m., and this was just 12 a.m. I kn

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eflection in the mirror. I took my bag, and then I heard the sound of the doorbell. I rushed down to get the door. I knew who it migh

your ass up! You are late for work," I heard a voice say from afar. "Sophie!" I felt them sprink

right now. This can't be happening! I jumped out of bed and ran to t

u're alright?" I