Abigail
"Please tell why you’re blocking my path in the elevator," I pushed my sunglasses down my nose, peeking at Marcus and Ted over the rim.
It was eight in the morning, with a handful of employees scattered across the ground floor of Wolfe Corp.
Behind , back at the reception desk, Kate was on the land phone, receiving calls to the company.
Marcus had his usual impish grin, while Ted held out a fresh cup of latte to .
I adjusted my bag and Stanley cup on one hand to collect the coffee from him. "Ooh, to what do I owe this honor? What do you want, Marcus?"
"Why do I have to want sothing?" he handled, placing a hand on his chest dramatically. In his other hand was a brown folder. "You wound , Abigail."
"Fine," I shrugged, waving the coffee in his face. "Thanks for the coffee,"
"Any chance you could get this file to the boss?" He added, holding out the brown folder, his eyes twinkling.
"Haha! I knew you wanted sothing," I chuckled. "You have working legs, go submit it yourself."
After Alicia got fired, most employees in the corporation didn’t know why she was fired.
"I have working legs that I would like to keep attached to my body." He held the folder out toward with both hands, looking all earnest like so choirboy.
"Please? He fired three people in what, three months? John Myles the cleaner, he’s gone. Tyler’s gone, and if Tyler can be fired, we are not safe, Abigail. Not safe. What if I go up there and Wolfe looks at and decides today’s the day, that’s it for ."
Ted nodded gravely, clasping his hands together. "It’s a genuine concern as you can see."
Marcus wiggled the folder. "Please, I have a mother."
A tired laugh left my lips. "Fine, whatever,"
Marcus eyes narrowed, his grin wiping off his face disappearing. "You alright? You look... exhausted."
"I’m fine," I waved him off dismissively. I had a lot on my plate but I was fine.
Along with trying to figure out the best way to plant that tracker on Gavin the henchman, every single ti Finnegan iced out it only made the guilt on my chest heavier.
I was also horny as fuck.
"I’ve already told you twice. I need a eting with Mr. Wolfe, today! So get to it, dumb bitch!"
My head whipped up in shock. There was a woman at Kate’s desk. She was tall, hair bleached down to the thinnest strand, wearing so grey dress that should be on scary monster fashion show. There was a hunched over man behind her, grabbing her arm.
"Please, Miss Davies, don’t cause a scene,"
"Let go of !" She screeched, shoving him aside an turned back to Kate.
"A-As I’ve explained, Mr. Wolfe’s schedule is managed by his office," Kate explained, her face reddening as she tried to remain as polite as possible. "I can take your details and soone will be in touch,"
"I didn’t co here to leave my details." Miss Davies or whatever the fuck she was hissed, her red coated lips curling in a sneer.
"I ca here for a eting. Do you understand what I’m saying or do I need to use smaller words? Is your brain as poor as you look?"
Oh, hell no. She just crossed the line.
"What’s that witch doing to my Katie?" Marcus grunted behind . I shoved my bag into his arm and the Stanley cup.
"Hold this," Heels clicking as I strutted over, I stepped up beside Kate, a shit eating grin on my face. "I couldn’t help overhearing. What seems to be the problem?"
The woman’s dark eyes ran from my ponytail down to my stiletto heels. "I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to," she pointed a slender finger at Kate, "Whoever this is."
"This is Kate," I corrected, leaning forward on the desk. The bitch’s eyes dropped to my tits and her face turned so red, I thought she would pop like tomato.
"She runs this reception desk and she’s been doing her job perfectly, which I can tell is frustrating for you." I tilted my head. "Who are you?"
"Who am I?" She blinked, then threw her head back in a laugh like she was the shit. "Do you know how many followers I have?"
The man cleared his throat. "This is Sienna Davies. She has over four million-"
"The next word after that million better be dollars or you’ll be wasting your ti,"
He froze mid speech, his eyes darting to the blondie warily before snapping his mouth close.
"Who the fuck are you anyway? I was talking to the receptionist," She whined, stomping her heels on the floor.
Oh, your worst nightmare honey. You t at a bad ti.
"If you’re done bitching like a child," I drawled, my heart soating with satisfaction when her face turned even redder,
"This corporation is a private firm and only the boss decides who he ets and when. It’s not Instagram where you get to flash your tits and you get hired, honey. So be a dear, submit your representation proposal and we’ll review it."
"I don’t do proposals. I get called,"
"Yeah, so do Call girls," the ground floor lobby exploded in laughter around us from the small crowd of employees that had gathered. "Kate, when next is the corporation looking to work with..." I glanced at Sienna, then back at her "What was it, tiktokers?"
Kate grinned, pretending to go through her phone. "According to our current schedule and projected tiline? That would be ’Never’"
"Never," I confird, turning back to Sienna with a sugary smile. "Are you going to leave or do you want to get dragged on your cute behind?"
Her manager had his hand at Sienna’s elbow before she could retort and he steered her toward the door.
"Have a nice dayyy!" I waved them off.
Kate let out a long slow breath. "Oh my god."
"You good?"
"I am so good." She pressed both hands flat to her desk, a mischievous grin spreading wide on her face. "Abby, I could kiss you."
"Buy lunch instead." I chuckled, blowing her a kiss before strutting back to the elevator doors where Marcus and Ted were both grinning like idiots.
"Remind to never get on you bad side,"
I felt almost like myself in the elevator going up than I had in days. He wasn’t in yet. It had been over a week since he found out I was Aphrodite and it was torture, replaying the hurt look on his face.
Maybe I wouldn’t feel so awful if he had actually fired . In twenty minutes, I had his coffee prepared and the itinerary for the days sorted out.
I was exhausted and frustrated and wound so tight I was going to snap. I also hadn’t had a good orgasm in a long ass ti.
It was good thing I brought little Bobby, wasn’t it? I might as well take the edge off before the boss got here.
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