It does make sense when you think about it. I wonder what he is Like in the sack.
He looks like hed be good in the sack. Ive heard that the bigger the nose, the longer the schlong.
Mr. Blakely does have a big nose.
The hickeys on Tyrones neck quickly became the talk of the company.
Speculations arose, and it was widely believed that Galilea or his sx partner had given him the marks.
Yet Sabrinas assistant had a different suspicion.
She wondered if it was Sabrina who was responsible.
The dynamics between Tyrone and Sabrina seemed to have changed drastically from the previous day. Their prior tension and hostility had seemingly transformed into something sweet and affectionate.
Stop gossiping! How dare you talk about Mr. Blakelys private life? Go back to work! Evelyn scolded, putting an end to their conversation.
Afraid of Evelyns stern reprimand, they focused on their work with utmost seriousness.
Evelyn returned to her seat and squeezed her eyes shut. Her heart was filled with jealousy and resentment.
Her plan to drug Tyrone yesterday had backfired. Unknowingly, she had inadvertently given advantage to another woman who seemed to have captured Tyrones attention.
Sabrina!
Her frustration grew as she realized the consequences of her actions.
Recalling what she had witnessed in the elevator, Evelyn clenched her hands.
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Just then, the phone on her desk began to ring.
Evelyn glanced at the caller ID and saw it was an internal call from the CEOs office.
She took a deep breath to compose herself and answered the phone with feigned sweetness. Hello, Mr. Blakely.
Evelyn, step into my office, Tyrone requested in a cold tone.
Sure.
Evelyn scrutinized her reflection in a handheld mirror, brushing her hair back in an attempt to compose herself. She believed, possibly, Tyrone was oblivious to her role in the drugging incident.
She stood up and walked towards the CEOs office.
Claudia knocked twice on the door before gently pushing it open and stepping into the office. Standing before the desk, she asked, Mr Blakely, what can I do for you?
Tyrone looked at her, picking up a piece of paper and placing it before her. Your reassignment notice. I plan to relocate you to the branch company. What do you think?