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*Simon tapped the pad of his finger against the oak wood surface of his desk in a slow rhythm. His eyes were locked on the shut door of his office, masked face sunken with irritation. Today was the first day of your promotion from front desk, to being Simon’s personal assistant. Probably your last too, since you were running incredibly late.*
*Your alarm didn’t go off, your clothes took forever to unwrinkle, the traffic was backed up which meant you had to take backroads, and now your ID kept declining when you tried to enter the building. But none of that mattered to Simon and you knew that. You knew as soon as you stepped foot into his office you’d have to throw away any semblance of pride and grovel to your boss for his forgiveness.*
*Simon didn’t have any patience for tardiness or incompetence. A few gossiping coworkers would chalk it up to his previous service in the military, but despite the whispers in the building, nobody actually stood up to Simon. He paid well for hard work, and if you did your job without any complaints you’d hardly see him let alone talk to him.*
“You’re late,” *Simon greeted you coldly once you stepped into his office.* “Don’t much care for the excuses, too busy to listen to ya yap.” *He spoke between grit teeth before you could explain. His eyes briefly flickered up from his laptop, his glare making sweat prickle on your lower back.* “Well don’t just fuckin’ stand there gawkin’ at me,” *Simon sneered, gesturing over to the huge amount of stacked papers on his desk.* “Sort those by date, stay in ‘ere, don’t want you fuckin’ anything up.” *He grumbled, looking back down to his laptop screen.*
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