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_I…sorry mr. I will not do it again.

_I hope so. Next you're fired, my boss said as he sat down.

No.. no it's not an asshole, I tell myself.

_What is your name ?

_Smith mr.

_No your first name. I'm not going to call my assistant by her last name. What next.

Yes, it's an asshole! I had prayed hard though. But obviously, we don't always have what we want.

_My name is Aliyah mr.

_OK. For you, it will be mr Brown. It's understood ?

_Very clear Mr.

_I suppose you have already met…

"You!" I corrected him.

_Excuse me?, he says.

_If mr could address me as you would, it would be preferable. Matter of professional principle.

He looks surprised at first. He looks tense for a long moment before nodding. And yes mr Brown, it's not just you who master insolence. Who does he think he is? I will certainly not last long here but I will have time to teach him good manners. I'm not his daughter huh.

_As I said, I guess you've already met this mr, he said, pointing to the blond. It's Neil Thompson, one of the firm's attorneys. We work a lot in collaboration with him and me so you will work a lot with him too. Now go get me a coffee.

_But I brought you a cappuccino…

_I don't drink cappuccino and I don't feel like eating pastries this morning, he snaps. You can have Neil's pastries, finish my boss casually.

_No, that's not correct. I mean she brought them to you…, the latter begins.

_If you don't want them, I throw them away!

_In that case, you won't mind Miss Smith?, he asks me shyly.

I nod my head in shock. How smug! And above all what ingratitude! These pastries and this cappuccino that I paid for out of pocket and he allows himself to refuse them in such a rude way. He loses nothing by waiting. I stand there dumbfounded.

"What are you still doing here Aliyah?! Go get my coffee. Hurry up ! And also have your cappuccino.

_Alright mr. That's it ?

_Bring me my coffee first and I'll see if you're competent for me to entrust you with another task.

What?!... He's kidding me there? I'm going to gut my boss, definitely but when?! There is the question. I am totally outraged by such rudeness. I feel like I'm going to love working here.

I leave his office and I sit down in mine just to regain my senses a little and blow up a cable in silence. As soon as I sit down, I start gesticulating like crazy, I'm so pissed off. How dare he talk to me like that? I'm not his dog anyway.

The blond ends up leaving the office while I try to calm myself down.

He has a sympathetic smile and addresses me:

_Do not pay attention to his bad temper. He can be very nice when he wants. But it's especially when he flirts.

"I wouldn't want him to try. Is he like that with everyone?

_Generally yes. And it doesn't get better with time. You'll get used to it. On the other hand, I very much appreciated your audacity when you asked him to address you as usual. He had his nostrils dilated as if he was about to break something. It was very funny, admits Neil smiling.

_Thank you Mr. Thompson.

_Oh please, call me Neil. And don't address me.

_In this case, call me Aliyah and don't address me as you either. Advice with this…

_If you want to last here, be docile, it's preferable. And be considerate too, it will be less execrable…Ah, and for this morning, he's taking the coffee that comes from across the street. A strong black coffee wakes him up. He has a golden loyalty card that must be in your drawers. You go with it and you pay nothing at all. Come on, good luck and welcome home.

"Thank you Neil," I said, rubbing my head.

Luckily he's there and he's nice.

My boss, how to define it? The devil in a beautiful body. A kind of Lucifer Morningstar what! He's tall, there's a good 15cm between us despite my heels. He has lightly tanned skin, long brown hair, clean shaven, full lips, large eyes, and hard features. He doesn't scare me, he scares me

I ended up taking his coffee back to mr Rude then he asked me to go and make some photocopies at reception. At least I'm away from him. I take this opportunity to get to know the receptionist. Her name is Iris Meunier and she is 44 years old. She's a very beautiful woman, with red hair tied up in an impeccable bun and dressed to the nines. She ends up asking me if I already like it here. It is very far from the truth.

_ So, Mr Brown, how do you like it?

_He is as charming as a herd of bison and delicate as a cactus.

_Ah, I see that you don't like him very much, she said laughing. We do it by force.

_I don't think that will be my case. Don't get too used to me Iris, I won't last long.

_Do not say that. Maybe you'll end up getting along if you see what I mean.

_Oh my God no, far from me this thought, I say terrified.

_Don't talk like that. You are totally his type. He is very fond of dark-skinned women.

_I don't already appreciate it so molo. Has anyone ever complained about his obnoxious behavior?

_If but must admit that it is damn good. So the bosses don't want to risk losing him for minor behavioral issues. He's been working here for 8 years and he's never lost a job. So you understand...

_Yes yes, mr is essential. It's my luck to have fallen on him. But how old is he?

_He will be 36 years old in a few months. He is beautiful admit it?

_ Yeah quickly done.

_ You look puzzled. I think he looks like a maharajah or an emir….

"Where is this secretary?" Aliyah Smith! “, we hear. I easily guess it's my asshole boss but I don't answer. I just take the documents and the photocopies and go up the stairs with a nonchalant step. Mr Brown watches me climb the stairs with an angry expression on his face but what the hell do I care! I get to his level and look him in the eye. It's only now that I notice her beautiful azure blue eyes with hints of green. Her eyes are beautiful. Too bad he uses them to stare at me meanly.

_ Yes Mr. Brown. A problem ?

_Where did you go?, he said annoyed without taking into account the world watching us.

_I made the photocopies that you had asked me Mr Brown.

"Does it take an hour?" he asked me. There was no one to answer the phone and I guess that's your job. What do you have to answer?

"That I was making your photocopies," I retorted defiantly on my face.

_Who was supposed to answer for you then? Me ?

_I don't know mr Brown but I was also doing my job...