Club PT
It was almost ten o clock and I was pissed. I was wrapping up my first week as the personal assistant to Magnus Thenn. That's right. THE Magnus Thenn. Multi-millionaire media mogul. I was four years out of college and had bitten, clawed and scrached my way just near the top of this corporate ladder. It was nerve wracking. Demoralizing and terrible when I was chosen for an incredibly exclusive position. To personally assist the magnetic. Eccentric CEO for two years. My colleagues hated me, it...