The President's Assistant (The Bosshole, #2)

by Mia Faye

And, if my day wasn’t bad enough. Senator Mornigan hadn’t been re-elected so, as I had assumed, my internship was terminated. Sometimes human resources would recruit employees out of the intern pool for other senators or other politicians, but not me. My sudden lack of employment wasn’t because of my work ethic; I worked damn hard, harder than most of the young and power-hungry men that flanked my cubicle. It wasn’t because I didn’t have the knowledge or wasn’t good at my job. No, I was a blond woman with naturally large breasts, who was unapologetically feminine and spirited. I spoke my mind and didn’t have a problem contradicting people when they were wrong. I was no wilting flower, yet I also wasn’t someone who’d be caught in an office tryst. I was a woman who held her own and people hated me for it. I’d been called all the names: slut, bitch, gold-digger; none of them were true and none of them hurt me. People just liked to hate. As I stood there looking at the letter, my mind drifted back to its soft, squishy, numb

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