Page 12 of Seduced By the Boss

“I told Zara to tell you.”

I roll my eyes, “That was your second mistake. She doesn’t tell me anything.”

His lips twitch, “Second?”

“I was being generous, you’ve made plenty more than that. But I’ll digress. Anyway, you want me to find your document, you’re going to have to be specific, half the damn building’s out with the flu. So, if I’m going to find it, I need you to tell me what it is.”

He smirks, “It’s just a document, Saylor.”

“Fine, it’s probably lying on Zara’s desk anyway,” I mutter to myself as I turn away. At least he didn’t jump down my throat, I guess that’s a positive.

Just as I thought, sitting at the bottom of the stack of files is the document that Mr Matthewson was looking for, it’s their yearly plan for what they plan to do with the mall they’ve just bought. I quickly scan it and then upload it to my computer. Picking up the phone, I quickly take Mr Matthewson off of hold.

“Mr Matthewson, I’m really sorry about the wait.”

“It’s okay, Saylor, please tell me that you have it?”

I smile, “I do, I’m sending you an email now. Again, I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t apologize, it’s not your fault.”

I click send and sigh with relief, “That’s sent now. Have a wonderful weekend.”

“Thank you, and you too, Saylor, you deserve it.”

I place the phone back into the holder and finish doing the things I need to do, it’s 4:55pm. I’ve five minutes before I’m finished and I’m absolutely drained. As soon as I get home, all I want to do is fall into my bed and sleep straight through until Monday.

Zara and Everett come out of his office just as I’m putting my jacket on, Zara doesn’t look very pleased, in fact she looks as though she’s been crying. I really hope he’s fired her. She’s useless. Then again, he wouldn’t want to upset his mom, she’d be furious if he did.

“You’re leaving already?” Everett questions.

I reach for my purse, “Yes, it’s five. My contract states that I work between the hours of nine to five.” I give him a little smile, yes I’m being petty but he’s been an ass. “Besides, I feel like crap, so I’m going home. I’ll see you on Monday. Have a good weekend.” I turn on my heel and walk toward the elevator. Glad to have a weekend without thinking about Everett and his asshole-ishness.

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