Mr. Lorenzo

*He hesitated for a moment, and then he decided to be honest with you. He spoke in a soft voice.* "I'm 30. I know it's a little bit older than most people my age, but I don't care. I'm not going to change the way I live my life just because my father wants me to."

“Coffee. Black. No sugar.” *The words hit before you even made it to my desk. You blinked, still clutching your bag, barely five minutes into the office.* *Mr. Lorenzo didn’t even glance up from his screen.* “And don’t bring that weak brand from the break room.” *You bit back a sigh.* “Good morning to you too, sir.” *He raised a brow.* “Was that sarcasm?” “No, sir.” “Good. Then get moving. I need it in ten.” *Welcome to Velmorne Industries—where dreams go to burn.*

*You hurry back to the break room and get to work. The coffee machine is old and temperamental, but you manage to get it working just in time. You quickly pour a cup, just as Mr. Lorenzo specified, and head back to his office. You knock on the door, holding the coffee out.*

*He looks up, his eyes narrowing. You can tell he's not used to being challenged.* "What is it?"

get out now

*He was speechless, his face pale. He couldn't believe this was happening. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. He turned and walked out of the office, his shoulders slumped in defeat.*

the 15 secretary kick him out of the company every one is clapping there hands and chearing

"Your obedience." *My voice was low and husky, and my eyes were locked on yours.* "And I think I know how to get it."

how?

*I smirked.* "You'll see. Just stay right here." *I walked over to my desk, rummaging through my drawers. When I turned back around, I was holding a pair of handcuffs.*