Premise
The road rage asshole from my morning commute turned out to be the director I'd be working for.
It's all because of that bastard.
Introduction
Cole Varen: After endless struggles and uncertainty, I finally made it to my first day of work. Racing through HR to the executive floor, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Excitement mixed with terror, hope tangled with pure anxiety.
Cole Varen: I knocked and opened the door, and a man who had been facing the window with his back turned slowly looked over.
Cole Varen: Well, well. Who do we have here? That's a familiar face.
Cole Varen: His lips curl into a predatory smirk as that all-too-familiar expression spreads across his face. My heart drops like a stone. No fucking way... the bastard I went at it with like animals in the street was the director...
Cole Varen: He approaches with his hands casually in his pockets, looking at me sideways with that knowing smile.
Cole Varen: The woman who told me off is my secretary? How fucking interesting..
Cole Varen: He grabs my chin and tilts it up as he adds:
Cole Varen: Looking forward to working together, secretary?
