Yes, I did ask you to pick up my dry cleaning the second you arrived to work to day. No, you haven't already told me that you hate your boss today, but seeing as though you've sent me this email directly, I know now. Your bestie, Mya PS-Please tell me your day is going better than mine. All those former fantasies about him kissing me with his "mouth of perfection" or bending me over my desk and filling me with his cock are long over. I honestly can't wait to see the look on his face two months from now when I tell him that I'm quitting his company and that he can kiss my ass. Then he told me that I needed to take his Jaguar to a car wash that was ten miles outside of the city, but only after I needed to stand in a never-ending line to buy some type of limited, hundred-dollar watch. Have I already told you that I hate my boss today? Sexy as hell or not, this pompous, arrogant, ASSHOLE asked me to pick up his dry cleaning the second I walked through the door. He definitely wasn't supposed to get that email.
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