Drunk Off Lust Nightcap
“Miss Rhowe, Mr. Dentone will see you now,” my assistant, Gladys, informed me via the intercom. “Thank you, Gladys.” “You have a meeting at 3:00, you know,” her nasal voice scratched my ears. “Yes, Gladys. I do.” I hung up and sighed. Gladys was an efficient assistant, but she often forgot that I didn’t require mothering, I needed her to deal with the organizing and scheduling of daily tasks and events – skills she absolutely possessed. And while she was decently discrete, I often found her...
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