Son of a bitch

Aurora's Point Of View

"I want to see the full status tables for the Schaffner, Vitton, and Remington projects on my desk by twelve. You're also going to do a mock board presentation of the Xenon and Papadaskis account in the conference room by four. I do not have to remind you of the company's data analysis as well as the rebranding project...."

I never thought he'd stop. For the past month, that had been his routine—Throwing in task after task my way, each more irritating than the last. Just as Mary told me, he made it his expedition to make my stay a living hell. I didn't even have a breathing space whether in the office or at home.

But no matter what he threw my way, I faced it head-on and was sometimes ahead of it.

"Is there anything else, Sir?"

As always, he looked me straight in the eye, trying to see if I would for once shrivel under his gaze or cower in fear like the other employees. But I didn't. I held his gaze with my chin up and shoulders high. He always had an intrigued