My New Boss Loves My High Heels - Ch 2
It had been a nightmare morning. My shower ran cold, something to do with the ancient boiler.
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The train hot and sweaty, and late. The rain came down in sheets between the station and the office.
I could have pushed my way into a packed lift to the required floor, but couldn’t face it. That decision gave me the highlight of the day. A guy glanced my way. Maybe my dad’s age, but way more refined. Sorry dad.
Short hair, the grey a shade women of a certain age might kill for, it’s so perfectly scattered with hints of light and dark. Beautifully tailored cashmere coat and designer suit. I’d expect nothing less on a guy working in the building that housed the most prestigious firms in the city.
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