My imitation of our billionaire boss had everyone laughing. Well…almost everyone. Worst. Butt-dial. Ever!
Some faceless international billionaire owns the company where I work. They say he’s a notorious rake. A jet-set bad boy.
And…oops! I may have imitated him after a company wide conference call…which he heard, thanks to an unfortunate butt-dial.
Eep!
Apparently he’s been asking about the identity of the jokester, but I’m not worried; my co-workers will never tell—we’re a loyal family.
The furor dies down after a few weeks. Thank goodness, because I have my hands full with this lazy, arrogant new office gopher.
He has the worst work ethic I’ve ever seen—how did he even get hired? He’s nosy about the butt-dial, and he has the office skills of a rabbit. It’s as if he’s never held a job in his life.
He’s also wickedly sexy, but there’s no way I’m ever kissing him again. I like respectable men with a work ethic, thank you very much.
Also, I can’t shake the feeling that he’s hiding something.
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