At the Service of the Big Boss

By Rino Rena

Catherine has wanted to be a journalist since she was a child. When she gets a job at the number one magazine in the world, Lifestyle Cosmo, her dream appears to be within reach. However, the magazine's editor, Peter Dungeon, is said to be not only outrageously wealthy, but also unpredictable and dangerous - especially to his assistants. Cat quickly realizes what that means: unconditional obedience and submissiveness are on the agenda on the 69th floor. Cat learns from her boss that you can fulfill any order without hesitation, that you take special care of important business partners... and that it's best to leave off annoying panties.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rino Rena
• Release date: Dec 28, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215358603

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At the Service of

the Big Boss

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Rino Rena

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CAT

Commm...come on!"

I'm trying to telepathically increase the speed of the elevator, but I'm having trouble. According to the advertisement, one of the three elevators is still in the basement, while the second shuttles back and forth between the 17th and 24th floors, ignoring the foot soldiers on the ground floor. And the third is apparently just on the way to the top.

I nervously look at the clock. 9:33 a.m. It's official: I'll be late. And of all things, for the most important job interview of my life. I'm never late for anything! My time management is good, at least that's what I thought so far. Little did I know that today, of all days, a strike would paralyze public transport and that it would be almost impossible to get a taxi. Still, I almost made it on time...if it weren't for the waiting time at the entrance to the dungeon tower, a double-sided registration form, and three elevators conspiring against me.

I sigh and shift my feet as I watch the elevator on the 69th floor finally start moving and head back towards me. I adjust my blue-grey suit and take another deep breath. I will explain to you. I will apologize for being late and explain my situation. It's only a few minutes. They will understand.

I step to the side as the elevator doors finally open at 9:38 on the ground floor, expecting someone to want to get off. What I don't expect, however, is that I'll almost be knocked over when two big, muscular security men drag a red-haired girl out of the elevator who keeps yelling, Let go of me! Let go immediately! That's an insolence! I haven't done anything! This tower is cursed! You're all going to hell!"

Excuse me, says the man who bumped into me, and very quickly pushes the raging woman on. Still, our eyes meet for a split second before I step into the elevator.

Run while you can! she yells after me. Get off this damn...

The rest of her shouts are stifled as the doors close behind me and I gasp. Dear heavens, what was that? A mental patient who got lost in the most important editorial building in all of New York? A visitor? Or even ... an employee? No, definitely not. I think of the elegant, elfin creatures seated behind the reception desks below. Attractive, quiet, extremely discreet and stylish... just like everything at Dungeon Enterprises. On the other hand, I noticed how pretty the girl was that the men just took away. Well, apart from the angry flush on her face and the smeared make-up, of course. I push the thought aside and smooth my knee-length blue-grey pencil skirt one last time as the elevator pulls up to the 29th floor. It'll be fine, I tell myself.

Good day, what can I do for you?

A pretty platinum blonde woman barely looks up from her desk while speaking to me. Music on hold comes out of the phone she's cradling between her shoulder and her ear. Apparently she's trying to reach someone.

"I'm here for the interview. As an editorial assistant.«

The blonde puts the receiver down and looks at me skeptically. Then she looks intently at the clock. "You're fifteen minutes late. The first round of introductions is already underway and we already have enough participants for the second round.«

But... it's only 11 minutes! And I drove across town to get to you, oh what am I saying, across the country! You have to know, I'm actually from Waterbury, Connecticut. But if I get the job, I can stay with my cousin in New York—

She holds up her hand to stop me as a female voice answers the phone.

Arlene, finally! I've been trying to reach you all day! ... Thank you darling. And you? ... Thing is, I need some papers from you on Stanley Rumsfield. Could you take a quick look to see if you have anything there? ... Yes, of course, I'll wait.

Please! I mouth silently as she puts her hand on the phone. She rolls her eyes in annoyance. All right, give it to me.

What?

»Your documents, of course!«

She shakes her head and exhales noisily while I rummage in my pocket for my application folder. When I hand it to her, her conversation partner is already back.

It's my turn, Arlene...one second....

She waves her right hand in my direction as if to shoo away an annoying insect and I quickly take a few steps back. Because the places in the waiting room are all occupied, I stand next to the other applicants. Two glance up to check out the competition, the other three don't seem to notice me. And because I don't seem to look interesting or threatening, the first two immediately turn their attention back to their cell phones.

Catherine Jones?

Yes? I wince when the blonde calls me back to reception.

All I can find in your folder is a high school transcript. But no college degree. You went to college, right? At least it says here...

Yes, I was, but I couldn't complete my studies because...

She raises her hand again to stop me mid-sentence. I'm not interested. Why the hell are you here without a degree?

I can't get around to justifying myself because at that moment her phone is ringing again.

Dungeon Enterprises, Human Resources, what can I do for you?

The look she gives me leaves no doubt that in the next 60 seconds she will be chasing me out the door. No matter what I say, it was all for nothing. The trip to New York, the stress this morning, the great hope... I sigh and reach for the folder that she holds out to me with a scowl on her face. And promptly drop her in shock when a hoarse, deep voice rings out right behind me.

Are you still applying for the editorial position?

Mr. Dungeon! Without a word of farewell, the blonde receptionist pushes the call away, smiling benignly like a cartoon fairy. What an honor to meet you in person!

I turn around before kneeling to pick up my portfolio and for a split second look into the handsome face of the man I've only known from media reports. Peter Dungeon, one of the ten most eligible bachelors in America if such rankings are to be believed. And he looks even better than on TV. His white shirt stretches over broad shoulders and well-defined muscles. His thick brunette hair is a little tousled and the shadow of the beard accentuates his prominent jawline and luscious lips that contrast with it. The most fascinating thing for me, however, is his turquoise-blue eyes, which shine much more intensely live than they ever could in pictures.

"Andrea is gone. I need a new assistant,« he tells the staff lady and at the same time bends down to help me collect the documents.

T... Thank you, I stammer as he hands me a certificate from the literary competition.

First place - impressive. He smiles at me as he climbs back up, then offers his hand to help me back to my feet as well.

Not believing this is actually happening, I grab his hand and allow myself to be pulled up. It hits me like lightning when our fingers touch. This is Mr. Dungeon! Editor of ›Lifestyle Cosmo‹. Founder of Dungeon Workout studios, investor and billionaire. And I stand before him like a hypnotized rabbit. I like it, he says, and I suddenly get hot because I have no idea