sex-me boss.

She hadn’t seen the big boss since the day of the meeting, so she avoided Mr. Dubois as best she could and kept a low profile at the company. She had returned home on Thursday with the aim of getting plenty of sleep, as Friday would bring work. She was happy because Betty hadn’t shown up to tell her about the company party in all that time, and that was a joy for her. She’d put her phone on airplane mode and saved it so she wouldn’t have to answer any calls until Sunday morning.

Deciding to watch a movie as usual, she heard the sound of a key in the lock of her door. She wished she’d had super-girl powers to figure out who it was, but instead she’d grabbed a baseball bat to knock the person out.

When the door opened, she raised her baton ready to strike when her friend’s scream alerted her. She lowered it while glaring at her, but from the look on Betty’s face, she wasn’t happy to see her either.

-sympathetically greeted Turner. No, but if you’d given me the spare keys just to send me to the hospital, then I think I’ll give them back.

-No, but how would I have known it was you? The mysterious stranger never gave me back my key. And you, Betty, you seem far too calm. What’s going on?

-I thought you wanted to help me in the name of our friendship, Olivia, but I don’t understand you, what kind of friend have you become? it was announced on Monday that Dixon. Aviation is organizing a party for its staff and you didn’t feel you could tell me about it.

-But if I remember correctly, you’re not part of the staff, so may I ask why you’re sulking about it?

-I’m sure you’ve had several opportunities to let me see Damon, but as if you wanted to, you’re not doing anything to help me. I want to go to this party and you’ve got to help me, this time I’ll really see what kind of friend you are.

Olivia took offence at hearing such words leave her friend’s mouth. And if she thought this story wasn’t going to become an obligation, she was wrong. She got up and left the living room, leaving her two friends behind.

As she poured herself a glass of water, she heard the sound of footsteps and huffed. She didn’t want to see them again, especially Betty, because she wasn’t her thing to talk to as she pleased.

-Listen Oli, I’m sorry but it’s just that I feel like everything in my life has come to a standstill. I know you’re always going to tell me that I’m very talented and that I could succeed, but I want a man who will support me financially, and the only man I want is Damon Dixon. I want you to find me a way to go to that party.

-You don’t understand, Betty. It’s his house he’s throwing, so I assume there’ll be some sort of protocol so he can know who’s coming in.

-That’s an even better idea. Who knows, I might just walk in and never walk out again. You still have tomorrow to find a solution, so ask your colleagues, Oli.

-Yes, but let me also say that there are two of you who covet Damon. There’s also his HR director, and I assure you she’s very clingy, so you’ll have to be tenacious, and so on and so forth, but do you think…?

Before she could finish her sentence, she heard the doorbell ring. She looked at Maggie and felt frightened because the person who had come to her apartment apart from her friends was Damon, and she was afraid of Betty’s reaction.

-I’ll get the door,” Betty announced as she came out of the kitchen.

Olivia didn’t have time to stop her before she was already gone. She didn’t know where this lie was taking her, and even though she’d told her friend that Damon was the one they both wanted, she didn’t want to point out that she too wanted him more than anything, and that she lost all her senses every time he was near her.

-What do you think of this whole thing, Oli?

-that it’s going to cost someone their life, and if it doesn’t, our friendship will go up in flames, and that’s what I don’t want, but she doesn’t want to understand. The more I get to know this man, I feel like I know him but I don’t know where, I…

She didn’t finish her sentence when Betty returned with a large package, which she placed in front of her on the worktop. She wondered who could have delivered it to her.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.