Page 70 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

"Oh, my head. Why are you shouting?"

"This is your boss, Ethan Rosser."

"Yes, sir." She says. "What do you want?"

"As I just said, this is your boss. Talk to me with respect.” I don’t know why I’m teasing her.

"Ooh, sorry, boss." She says, groaning. "How may I help you?"

"I need you to-"

"If you're about to ask me to meet you in another storage room to get fucked, no thank you."

"You weren't saying no thank you last night."

"That's because I wasn't in my right mind."

"Seems like you're not in your right mind a lot.”

"What do you want, Ethan?"

"I want to talk to you about your job. The reason why I pay you?"

"Yes, and?"

"Have you finished the jingle?"

"For Lord Chambers, or?"

"Yeah, for Lord Chambers. He wants to hear it. And before we play it for him, I need to hear it to make sure it's up to standard."

"What, you think I'm just going to produce something that sucks?"

"I don't know, Sarah. I don't know your work ethic, I don't know if you're-"

"What do you mean you don't know? You've heard me perform stuff, you heard me sing. You said that-"

"Not right now, Sarah. See me in my office at 10:00 AM."

"Whatever," she says, "Goodbye."

I hang up and I smirk as I get into the shower. I'd needled her. I could hear it in her voice. And while it shouldn't make me happy, I was glad that I still had some effect on her. I was glad that she wasn't always cool as a cucumber with me. I wonder if she’s thought about me since last night. I wonder if she woke up this morning wishing I was beside her. Unlikely, seeing as it sounded like I'd woken her up. The thought angers me and I don't know what to do.

I don't know what I'm thinking. But right now, all I need to focus on is the jingle. And the pendant light range. Once that was resolved, I would focus on the home stores. And maybe I'd take a trip to Japan, meet with some vendors, and get away from everything for a little bit.

I need to get my head on straight. I need to focus on what is important, and that is business. That is making money. That ensured that Rosser International stood long after I was gone.

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There's a knock on my office door, and I look up from my desk.

"Come in,” I say, my heart racing.

"It's me, Mr. Rosser." Sarah steps in. There's a slightly apprehensive look on her face, and I wave her in.

"Good morning,” I say, looking at my watch. "Five minutes late."

"Sorry, sir." She says, "I was just-"

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