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Sophia J loves to write books in all genres, but most especially steamy romances that keep you turning the pages. Sophia writes romances in straight, gay, lesbian and menage. Hobbies besides writing are reading novels and watching exciting shows, romance not a must. Try a book today and get addicted.
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Two weeks had passed since her arrival in New York, and Natalie had settled into her new routine rather nicely; she enjoyed it much more than the last time since she was more proactive. She liked her position; she didn't have to dress in as stuffy a manner as the other suits, for one. She could keep to her own style. She was technically an intern- but being the daughter of the CEO and the company's heiress, she had a lot more influence.
She did not abuse her position, though. Sure, she occasionally got herself some better food and drinks and got a full espresso maker installed in the office next door to one of the major boardrooms but she put paid to the skepticism that she would just be a spoiled brat throwing her weight around. She cared about the company- especially since it had gone through trying times in the past- and wanted to see it thrive.
There had been no incidents so far. Only two weeks in, she thought. Anything can happen. While she liked excitement, she felt that this summer could be one of more laid-back activities, among others.
She was finished for the day. It was around three, but given her position as an intern, she did not have to work a full day there. It was part studies, so she would have to do a few odds and ends in the evening. Checking the weather, it would be sunny today with some storms rolling in later on. She could use this afternoon to mill about some department stores. She had not done that in a few days, and she thought her wardrobe needed a few more pieces that she could play with.
She called for the limo as she left the office, taking her small bag with her. Her guard Andrew waited outside the door.' On his upper body, besides his tank top, he wore his thin Kevlar vest; Natalie’s father insisted that he wear a little protection, just in case. For his own safety, since he heard about some of the injuries he had sustained. She could see the holster for his handgun peeking out. She had fired it before.
That's something we haven't done for a while. Maybe after shopping, if I can sneak out.