“Don’t fucking touch me,” I hiss. “Maybe Janice would be interested to know her golden boy can’t keep his dirty hands to himself.” He smirks, folding his arms over his chest. “Oh, sweetheart. You honestly think they’re going to believe you?” I recoil as he leans into me, and my heart slams against my rib cage as I try to melt into the door behind me. “If you go to HR now and complain about my behavior, they’re going to assume you’re saying it in retaliation for getting written up.” He’s right. If I complain now, no one will believe me. Any opportunity I had to say something about his sleazy
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Should have told casey months ago, he would have taken care of this ass
