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7.

-POV Igor Durand

“Hi Dad, everything is already planned to carry out the work tomorrow, I’ll be back in two days”.

I smile proud of her, Kiara is a very intelligent and smart woman, it's no wonder she is one of the best-hired killers in the world...

Despite having lost her parents a few years ago and losing the great love of my life, she continues to fight and live her life...

Even though she gets sad and cries on the saddest dates of our lives, the death of her parents, she is a very strong girl...

When the date on which her boyfriend died approaches, she becomes very desperate and stays all day in her apartment, in the room where they used to stay together, and hugging the photos of them together...

It breaks my heart to see her suffer for this boy, she loved him very much and did everything for him, protecting him from everything and everyone...

I have never loved a person to the point of experiencing the pure and true love that I saw my daughter experience, they both loved each other so much...

(...)

I grab my suitcase and my jacket leaving my room, it's time to go home...

I pass by reception and see Miss Moreau entering the elevator, before she presses the button I put my hand on the elevator door before entering...

She looks at me for a few seconds with a serious face and moves away a little further away...

I frowned at this and pressed the button for the elevator to go down, I observed it discreetly...

A notification goes off on her cell phone and she picks up the device, seeing the message. When she reads it, she doesn't seem to be very happy, sighing, and looking a little discouraged...

“During work hours I don’t want to see chatter on my cell phone, be professional, and don’t be inattentive with useless things on that device” I advise in a hoarse and stern tone of voice

“I know very well my obligations in this company, Mr. Durand,” she says ironically as she looks at me

Before I can question her for her behavior towards me, the elevator opens and she quickly passes me towards the exit....

Fucking debauched and impertinent woman, how dare she talk to me like that? I'm her boss...

(...)

-POV Becca Moreau

I wake up to the alarm clock ringing, I'm still crying with my eyes closed, I can't believe the day has already dawned...

I'm not at all excited about going to work, just imagining meeting my idiot boss makes me feel discouraged...

Not only that, but I get up from the bed and go towards the bathroom, turn on the tap, and look in the mirror seeing my face all wrinkled...

Every day that passes he becomes more unbearable, nothing pleases him, and he is always dissatisfied with what I do...

I've been working at Mr. Durand's company for almost a month and it's been almost torture having to put up with my boss...

A few days ago my mother called me and humiliated me enough to make me cry, with anger and resentment, for not having the maternal love I never had...

I can never please anyone, my parents don't care about me when they call and I think they are going to say something nice and motivational to encourage me, they come and humiliate me...

I'm not even going to talk about my sister, wanting to brag that she has money and is living in an apartment worth I don't know how many millions of dollars, that she has jewelry, that she dates several guys full of money and I don't know what else, ...

My family are all ambitious and only think about money, they try to be someone they are not for power and greed...

My best friend is the only one who stayed by my side, encouraging me to continue chasing my dreams...

(...)

I left my already tidy apartment and picked up my cell phone seeing that the Uber had already arrived...

I walk to the Uber car and lean my head against the window thinking about everything that has happened and is happening in my life...

I hear a notification on my cell phone and I check it, seeing a message from my best friend...

(...)

I take Mr. Durand's coffee along with his diary and walk to his office, take a deep breath counting to 3, before knocking on his door...

“Come in” I hear your thick and hoarse voice giving me goosebumps

Shit! This isn't supposed to happen, my treacherous body reacts in such a natural way that when I see it, it's already happened...

Even though he is an idiot and self-centered, he is very good in bed, we can't forget the night we spent together in that motel...

I shake my head, shaking off these damn thoughts, and enter his room, I see him looking serious and wearing his glasses, making them look sexy...

What am I thinking? My God...

"Good morning! Your coffee, Mr. Durand” I place the coffee cup on his desk and walk away, taking the diary “You have a meeting with the marketing analyst at 8:30; shortly afterward a meeting with the financial director in which you requested urgently.” I speak your entire agenda

“I want you to leave the meeting room ready and when you give the time, let me know as soon as it arrives,” he says harshly without looking at me “I sent some documents by email and I want them all corrected today...”

“Ok sir, excuse me,” I say and then leave his room

I walk to my desk taking a long sigh as I sit down in the chair, then turn on the computer...

I massage my temples feeling my head throb, I'm still correcting the documents my boss sent...

It seems like he took all the documents he had in a year and sent them to me to review because it's not possible...

“Good afternoon, is Igor in his room?” I hear a honeyed voice and I look up to see a blonde covered in silicone looking at me with disdain

“Good afternoon, yes, Mr. Durand is in his office, do you have an appointment with him?” I ask with an upright posture

“I don’t need an appointment with Igor, excuse me,” she says and walks away toward my boss’s office

“you can’t come in, he’s busy” I try to intervene but the silicone woman opens the door with all her might and enters “Sir, I tried to stop her but...”

“Get out Miss Moreau” his harsh and arrogant tone orders before I even finish speaking

“excuse me” I speak through “teeth and leave your room, closing the door afterward”

Idiot, how can there be a more insufferable and arrogant man like this?

I sit at my desk and try to concentrate on the papers in front of me, but I can't...

He's fucking that blonde these days, making me want to vomit...

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