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ANONYMOUS

I know what you are doing, pretty girl. Look at you, two days in, and you’ve graduated from flirting with the staff to batting your lashes at your new boss.

I rewind the footage of you in the office, zoom in on your face, and study it. Your gaze is electric. Well-practiced. It’s not the same as it is in person, but it still gives me goosebumps.

And you are smart, so smart, working the people around you with caution, unlike many other women before you.

I like smart. But this? This is the wrong game for you to play, Natalie.