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He just nods. “I knew you would. Put it on my desk. I will look through it tomorrow. Good night.”

I was so stunned at the sight of him, I had backed up like a wooden puppet as he walked around me. Now all I can do is watch as he walks into the elevator without a single look back at me. The elevator closes releasing me from my stupor. No way! No fucking way. He did not just do that.

Nothing, all that work and no good job, I’m proud of you? He couldn’t even say thank you? I toss the report on his desk and deflate. It’s almost nine thirty. My entire day has been here and all about Leo. All that time I’ve worked for him, and he leaves without even thanking me for it.  I’m pretty sure I’m growing to hate Leandros Kaplan.

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Thursday

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Leo

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When the elevator opens, Alexa isn’t at her desk. For a moment I go still, I cannot move. Where the fuck is she? Did she quit? Had I pushed her too far yesterday? Had I not made up for it with dinner? Was she really able to just walk away?  I should be exultant. I am not, I am hollow.

“Sir? Is something wrong?”

I look up to see Alexa looking at me with concern. She was simply away from her desk. “Why the fuck were you not at your desk?” I snarl, furious at her.

Her blue eyes flash brightly. “I was putting your coffee on your desk, so it would be there when you arrived like you demanded. Fuck, Leo. I’m not even allowed to leave my desk?”

“I have not given you leave to address me as anything other than sir or Mr. Kaplan. Take care, Ms. Clark.” Watching her little mouth pout, it is so ridiculously adorable I want to kiss it into a smile. I blink with a shake of my head. “Has Ms. Ward responded to my request?”

“No.”

“Then call her again. Tell her if she comes into my office by noon today I will donate three hundred thousand to Planned Parenthood in the Vice-President’s name. If she keeps me waiting I will spend it on the Ferrari 812 that has been calling my name.”

I’m still enjoying the first sip of my coffee when my phone beeps. “Ms. Ward is asking if ten o’clock will be okay?”

“Yes, and email Natalie, tell her that I want her in my office the minute she gets in. Do you know shorthand?”

“My own kind of shorthand. I never had a problem taking notes for Ernest.”

“Good, you will be sitting in on my meetings, not just conferences, unless I tell you differently.”

“Yes, sir.”

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Alexa

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