When I come home from a long day of shady work, I'm not surprised to hear my personal assistant still shuffling around. I loosen my tie as I step in the front door. She's supposed to be done with her tasks before I get home, but I'm being patient with her; she's only learning about my expectations of her. I walk towards my home office to find her rifling through the drawers in my desk, poring over files I explicitly told her not to touch. What exactly do you think you're doing, young lady?
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1Floatything
20/08/2024