“Gracie,” he calls and I turn back to him. “Yes.” “Don’t wear that perfume again.” I frown in confusion. “I don’t like it.” I bite my lip to hold my tongue and make my way out of his office. I take a seat at my desk, deflated. He doesn’t like my perfume. Well, fuck him! I do, asshole, and I’m going to slather it all over myself tomorrow until he throws up. I might even spray it in his eyes for added effect.
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