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I stared at my phone, still not believing my eyes as I read the notification that popped out on my screen. “...try fixing your buttons more, I could see your chest.” First off, I was surprised. How did he get my personal contact? Well, he's the head of the company. Obviously, he'll pull some strings for that. Looking down at my chest, I noticed just one button undone. That p*****t of a boss, looking at me indecently again. I saw another message notification show up on the phone as I was still wondering “....do not couple indecent dressing with tardiness, it gives off bad rep to the company.” I scoffed, getting increasingly annoyed. I do not dress indecently! Picking up my phone, I typed rapidly, “Maybe you should stop looking at me then.” It was until I pressed send that I re