Confused Lucy and Angry Jason

"I'm doomed. I'm so doomed. Nightmare. I need to complete the mission and run away from this hell" Lucy muttered as she stood in front of her door. When she was about to walk forward, a pair of hands grabbed and pulled her back into the room.

" I didn't view your outfit. You look like a street rat. Open this drawer and pick out something. I already checked your cloths but all I saw was boyish and slutty styles". Mrs July continued and Lucy glared at her. The woman didn't talk about a gun or back fluid so she let out her held breath.

She quickly rushed to the wardrobe and opened it. The sight was blinding.The outfits looked too rich to the extent that, her eyes hurt.

"Urrhhhg too beautiful. I have no choice do I?" Lucy sluggishly said while staring at the woman who just rolled her eyes at her.

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10:30am.

Jason sat like an angry wolf, ready to devour anyone who came near him. Where the hell was his secretary? Did she sleep more than she should? Which idiot acts like this on her first day of work. He picked up his phone and dialled for Henry.

"Hello master". Henry spoke with a voice which proved he knew the situation.

"Where are you? You are my personal driver not someone else's. Who occupied you yesterday?" Jason said as he totally forgot that the HR had asked Henry to pick up Asra from the airport.

"I need you to do one thing for me. Get to the secretary apartment and drag her here. I'm off to a meeting so I will deal with her later". Jason angrily said. He was out of patience.

"Actually sir, I'm currently at her apartment. Oh I see her at the reception . We will reach soon" Jason disconnected the call immediately without care and strode out of the office directly into his limousine.

He had an important meeting, if not, this new secretary would have faced his wrath for being irresponsible. He didn't just want to let her get fired without tormenting and embarrassing her the next time he sees her.

He parked his car outside a 5star hotel in new York. With grace , he got down , adjusted his tuxedo and walked inside. He personally didn't allow his guards or substitute driver to accompany him. Besides, he was going to meet the devil himself.

At the receptionist, a lady ushered an attendant to take him to the usual presidential suite. Jason face darkened when they were getting closer . The attendant tried flirting with him but just one glare sent her running away.

"Look whose here. The Devil himself, waiting for me to shower his sins on him like the a bloody downpour" Jason bitterly spoke while entering to sit. At the other side of the room was an elderly hot man. He chuckled with a tobacco flaming in his mouth.....