Page 86 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
After a few Tube stops, I began a gentle jog, eventually reaching the river.
London was dead at this hour. The sun hadn’t yet broken through the sky.
A lone fox darted across the path.
We were all just trying to survive.
I ran a little harder when my demons followed.
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Allison reminded me of Evelyn—smart, quirky, but guileless.
As it happens, Evelyn was one of us before she worked her way up the ranks. It explained why she was normal.
I handed Allison the detailed list of all of his preferences.
“I’m only downstairs, and I don’t know my new extension number yet, but you can email me if you have any questions.”
“I appreciate all the help—and how organised everything is.”
I couldn’t help but blush.
“Honestly, most of it came from my predecessor,” I said with a shrug.
She raised an eyebrow. “Some of it, maybe. But you’re a grafter.”
I smiled and picked up my box.
It was time for a new beginning.
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I was in a meeting with the board of directors when an email popped up on my tablet. I glanced up and they were still going over the figures. Allison had been emailing me regularly this week.
To: Lucia Hart
Subject:How are you still sane?
It was from Allison.
I tapped on the email, trying to smother my grin.
Hi Lucia,
I’m hitting 47 and I’ve worked in a LOT of positions. The man is impossible.
How did you manage to get his coffee the right temperature? Omg. The amount of steps I’m going to get in this job.
He wants a BBQ pulled pork sandwich from the other side of the city.
He never uses the stairs so, I can’t push him down any. ??
Save me.
Allison Durant
Modern Slave to Laurent Dubois
