Man Juice - Page 10

Harry never works hard unless he thinks someone’s watching him. The motivation isn’t driven by the actual desire to do an astounding job. He just wants to be lazy and get rich, living in the limelight of my father.

Yes, I’m sullen but I have a fucking right to be. I deserve as much, if not more, attention than Harry because I actually put effort into my work.

But all my trials are in vain, because in the end, Harry always gets the vote from my father. There’s got to be some secret to prove my worth to our dad, but I have yet to figure that one out.

Men can’t handle me, I already know that. I want to be superior, or on the same level as them at the very least, and they don’t like it, not one fucking bit.

They can’t deal with an alpha female. Guys need to feel in control all the time, and they won’t let some successful women grab them by the balls.

As I get dressed in my sexy A-line skirt and white blouse, I think about how tired I am of trying to get approval from men. I’m my own person, and I’m not going to answer to fucking anyone.

I walk to my front door and close it behind me, preparing for another day at the office and hoping for the best.

6

Molly

I walk down the hallway to my downtown Manhattan office, and everyone is staring at me. This is sort of normal…I guess.

My friends tease me all the time by calling me a ‘head turner,’ which I take to mean that I have the blonde bombshell type of look.

To me, yes, I’m confident?but not because of my looks. I’m a firm believer that it’s what’s on the inside that really counts.

If I can have a decent discussion about problems of the world or the best way to get a business up and running, then I’m having a great fucking time.

Yes, I’m Type A all the way?and yes, I annoy most everyone I know because of my personality.

Anyway, back to the fucking present. I walk over to my secretary, who sits in a cubicle right outside of my office.

“Hi, Katrina.” I greet her with a positive smile to start out the day on the right foot.

“Hi, Molly,” Katrina responds. She’s in her late forties. She isn’t married, and she has no children. I think she’s a crazy cat lady but I love her and respect her. Hell, I’ll probably turn out just like her one day.

Katrina has salt and pepper hair that she wears in a really super chic yet classic short style, and she always wears loud and vibrant colors. I have to hand it to her; the girl really pulls off the wacky style flavor.

“I’m really sorry,” Katrina says apologetically as she winces in what is apparent embarrassment.

“Sorry for what?” I chuckle and look around the office trying to figure out what she’s talking about.

“I couldn’t handle him, n

or could I send him away,” she states vaguely.

I look over to my open office door and notice that the light is already turned on. This in itself isn’t completely curious, because sometimes Katrina will go into my office when I’m not there to file papers or to find some documents she might need that I have.

“Is there…is there someone in there?” I whisper and point to my open door.

“Yes,” Katrina grimaces. “I’m so sorry, Molly, he’s adamant that he needs to speak with you right away.”

“Who is he?” I ask, feeling ominous intrigue.

Katrina shrugs. “He won’t tell me.”

“Hmm,” I say, and narrow my eyes. “I guess if I start screaming, call 911,” I joke.

Katrina gulps hard. “Okay.”

I walk into my office not knowing what to expect, but I’m prickling with interest.

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