Trouble

Demi

I get to work on time, with a few minutes to spare. Sitting at my desk, I prepare for today.

"Demi, a word," his voice travels to me, and I stand walking to my office, or at least it used to be. I step in and sit down. He stands and walks around, closing the door and blinds.

Great, I'm getting told off again. I fight back the laugh.

"Today, I will be observing you as you work. These are the properties that we're trying to get signed." He hands me the papers.

"Why are you watching me?" I ask.

"Your sales seem...Too good," he mutters, and I laugh.

"What? Do you think I'm creating fake people and buying buildings and homes myself?" I laugh slightly.

"This isn't a game or a joke." He glares towards me.

"And if I refuse?" I ask, and he points towards the door.

"Then you know where to leave. Just don't come back when you're struggling for money," he explains, and I sigh.

"Fine," I go to stand, and he stops me.

"You're staying in here and working from in here. These are clients who want