<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">It took Emma all she had to stay silent as she was snapped at. He was just as much at fault for the collision. She picked up all the papers herself, working hard to put them back into proper order and straighten them all up. She sighed as he snatched the papers away and basically told her she would be fired if the call went poorly. She knew that she was good at her job, and that he had everything needed to be successful, as long as he didn't drive away the potential customers. There was nothing else she could do except make sure he had no other cause to fire her. Two hours later and she was holding all the paperwork she still had to complete. He left, still a complete asshole, no thank you, no removing the strike, nothing. <br/>
</span></span></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Once he was long gone she allowed herself to relax and quietly curse him. Entitled bastard. By the end of tonight he would be begging her to stay on. Emma was the most </span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-size: 15px">competent</span></span><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> secretary he had ever had, but he was still willing to lose her. What an absolute idiot. She finally left the office around 2, having gotten absolutely everything done and more, everything set up for the next work day. She wouldn't allow her feelings to get in the way of her professionalism. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-size: 15px">She left the office and went to the dress fitting, making sure it would fit properly. Once done there, she went to the spa and made sure she was relaxed and refreshed, ready for the night ahead. This was going to work out beautifully. Around 5 she was off getting her hair and makeup done, and then she would swing by to get her dress and head home to put on the finishing touches. He might not have asked, but she would bet getting picked up at 7. <br/>
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At 6:45 she was ready to go, <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fqph.fs.quoracdn.net%2Fmain-qimg-87d0ec977f3b0861fbed8eefe2324b30&amp;hash=16264b28ffaa7cb6477fd595588a6148" href="https://qph.fs.quoracdn.net/main-qimg-87d0ec977f3b0861fbed8eefe2324b30" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">dress</a> on, heels, clutch. So was her bedroom, everything hidden but within easy reach once she got her boss here after the event. She glided out the door to the street at 6:55, watching the limo pull up and stop. Tanner opened the door and helped her inside with a hand that strayed. She flashed him a smile and thanked him as she got settled. </span></span></span>