Fuck protocols

MIRANDA'S POV

Maxwell finally agreed to my demands, but he insisted we were still going to be good buddies. I understood what he meant.

We've been on and on for hours, making love as though our lives depend on it.

“Uhh…!.” I moaned as I collapsed on the bed, trying to catch my breath.

Maxwell came down from me, and he heaved a deep sigh of satisfaction. Well, I am the only lady who gives him just the way he wants it.

“That was pretty rough!.” I said, still trying to catch my breath.

“Huh? You want more of my baby monster!.” He teased and I laughed.

“Fuck you!” I said as I got off the bed, while he chuckled.

I walked straight to the bathroom and took my bath.

People would consider me to be a slut, but I'm not concerned about such shitty gossip about me, since they can't say it to my face.

My dignity left me the day my uncle raped me. After that day, it was not worth keeping.

I got out of the bathroom after wrapping myself up in a towel.

“Are you leaving already!.” Maxwell asked, walking close to me.

“Yeah, I need to go home, so I can get ready for the interview,” I replied while putting on my clothes, rushing.

“You mind if I drop you off,” He offered, and I sighed. It's time he understands business comes first before pleasure.

“No, thanks, I came with my car, I'll just drive myself home,” I replied.

“It's quite late!.” He said.

“It's just past 7 pm, I'll be fine,” I assured him, as I put on my jacket.

“Goodbye,” I said and walked out, even when I knew he was trying to kiss me.

I got to the garage where I parked my car and got in. I started the car and zoomed off.

My phone immediately rang and I picked it up.

“Seriously bitch!” Christabel's voice barked from the other end of the phone.

“What's up!.” I said calmly, not wanting to stress myself out.

“Where the fuck have you been?” She asked angrily.

“Getting my pussy busy,” I chuckled.

“We've got a party tonight,” She stated m

“Whose party,” I asked, quite interested.

“A friend of mine, you don't need to know everyone, just get your sassy ass here, so we can get ready,” She said.

“I'll be there in an hour,” I said.

“An hour? Where are you going?” She questioned.

“Okay, fine, I'll be there in ten minutes!.” I said and hung up.

Christabel could be dramatic as hell every so often.

After about a fifteen-minute ride, I arrived at her place. I parked my car in the garage and got down, then I walked to her apartment.

I knocked on the door, and Christabel immediately opened the door. More like she was expecting me.

“Get in!.” She said.

“So why are you taking me to this particular party?” I asked as I walked in because it was quite unusual for her.

“It's a club, now get dressed!” She said and threw a mini black gown at me.

She certainly knows my best color, black.

[Thirty minutes later]

We were set to go after putting on just some light make – up.

Christabel insisted I use my car, which I agreed to.

In the time, I zoomed off while taking directions from Christabel.

We arrived at the clubhouse which was filled up with people walking up and down and mostly half-naked girls.

I could hear the loud sound of music coming from there.

“Don't get lost!” Christabel said as she walked off with a man. I knew this was her plan, she wanted to get me laid, perhaps herself laid.

I decided not to make a fuss about it, since she didn't know I had a mission to accomplish tomorrow, had it she knew, she wouldn't have wasted my time.

After about two hours, I left the clubhouse because I was feeling uneasy, I had this feeling that someone was watching my every move, something was giving me this icy feeling, which I had to look into.

I've learned to be quite observant, meaning the feelings I got were real.

NEXT MORNING

My alarm clock woke me up due to its non-stop beeping. I quickly turned it off and stretched my body.

I checked the time and it was already 7 o'clock.

“Oh no,” I exclaimed as I got up from the bed and dashed into the bathroom, now without taking off my clothes, for a quick bath.

My interview will start in an hour, and I didn't know if I'd get there in time.

In less than 10 minutes, I was done bathing.

I wrapped myself in a towel and proceeded to my closet.

I dried my hair and creamed my body, then I put on a black gown that was a bit above my knee.

The gown was a bit seductive, or should I say my curves made it seductive. It had diamond decorations on my upper part and a slight tear on the left side.

Well, I had to look good, that's why signature looks.

I parked my hair in a pony and applied light makeup on my face.

I put on my earrings and applied some mascara to my eyelid.

“Mm mm, pretty bitch…” I said to myself before wearing black heels and taking my purse with some files along with me.

I walked out of my apartment down to the parking lot and entered my car. Then I zoomed off.

I drove faster than I'd ever done in a long while, and in less than 30 minutes I was at the company.

I was directed to park my car in the parking lot.

Not only that, but I walked into the company, and I was led by a staff member to the place for the interview.

It was the first floor, there was no doubt that Mr. Edwin's office was there.

There were more than fifty applicants and if I were to take a number, maybe I'll be number fifty-five.

We were asked to wait in the applicants' hall as our names were being called.

A few hours later, I was pissed and angry, I'd been here for over an hour now, and it was like I was wasting my time.

No, I shouldn't be getting such treatment from anyone, I refused to let it happen.

I angrily stood up and walked over to the CEO'S office.

The officers there had tried to stop me, but I was as stubborn as a hard rock and made my way to his office.

I'm here to be his assistant, and I'll be getting just that. Fuck their so-called protocols.

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