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
