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Nameless

Prologue

An alarm is ringing in my ear. I don't know why such a loud, annoying buzz is interrupting my sleep, but it is. Reaching my hand over to turn the damned thing off, soft skin brushing against my hand forces me to realize that I'm not alone. Now I'm up and awake, defeating the purpose of the snooze button.

A throbbing headache courses through me, throwing my equilibrium off as I attempt to sit up. Blinding sun light intrudes my eyes, fading away slowly to show that I was indeed, not alone.

Only seconds later, I'm pulling on my now wrinkled business suit pants over my boxers, hoping my boss, Ms. Denali, doesn't awaken before I'm a good two blocks down the street, but by the time I am buckled into my pants, she's awake, crawling towards me on her bed completely naked.

"Mr. Cullen, I hope you're not trying to run out of me before I can at least say goodbye." She let her hands run over my bare chest, not allowing me to button up my shirt. I winced inwardly as I felt her elongated fake nails scrape against my skin. Tanya reached up in an attempt to kiss my neck. Unfortunately for her, I denied her that and pulled back from her grip, continuing to button my shirt, tucking it into my pants and starting on my tie.

"I really should get going." I turned towards Tanya's dresser and straightened out my tie. Ironically enough, there was a stack of files in my cubical that had my name written all over them, courtesy of the woman eyeing my ass at the moment. "If I don't finish going through the Jefferson's file by this afternoon, you'll have my ass on a stake-", which is an understatement, "-and don't deny it because you and I both know it's true." I turned to face her, crossing my arms over my chest.

Tanya observed her nails nonchalantly. "I don't understand why you can't just drive to work with me." With all my will, I kept my eyes from rolling. "If you would just let me get dressed, I could-"

"We both agreed this was only going to be business; nothing more." I let out a sigh, sliding on my shoes calmly, ignoring the 'Bitch fit' that was quickly forming in my boss. "And I intend to keep it that way." I couldn't help but glance up at her from my black shoes and raise an eyebrow. "I kept my end of the bargain; now cough up yours."

With an annoyed huff, Tanya stood up and shuffled to pull on her black silk robe, making her way to her dresser and starting on her make-up.

She didn't even think to take a shower before work; the though causing me to gag. "I'll have your promotion e-mailed to you this afternoon." I smirked to myself. "As soon as you turn in the Jefferson's file." I rolled my eyes this time as she looked at me through her dresser's mirror. "Now get out of my house."

An order.

I let out a small chuckle. "Of course, Ms. Denali." I winked, pulling on my blazer and bowing obnoxiously just in spite of her. Once I was standing up straight again, I pulled on my sunglasses and made my way to her door, hearing her mutter a faint, "Asshole" in my wake.

A hot shower and a half an hour later, I was grinning as I cleaned out my desk. I couldn't help but smirk at all the glares people were giving me from their own cubicles. They would have to remain in the packed workspace of the room, while I moved upstairs to the new executive office awaiting my arrival. As I walked past the secretary desk outside my office, I couldn't help but think to myself, "Oh, she's getting fired."

Old Betsy was known for missing calls and falling asleep on the job. Unfortunately for her, there was no room for any useless workers on my side of the building.

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