The supervisor’s office wasn’t exactly a huge room but it wasn’t small either. It was surprisingly neat.


    “What’s wrong with the drafts?” Anya asked as soon as she stepped inside the office. She had to get


    this dealt with Immediately so that she could get on with the next delivery.


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    “What’s the hurry?” The man beamed at Anya before stepping away to get her a ss of water. “Are


    designers like you always in a rush? Are you swamped with work?”


    “We manage,” Anya said, her eyes flitting about the ce. She was dying to leave this ce.


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    “You look terribly young. I bet you’re still single,” the man said as he brought Anya a ss of warm


    water.


    A look of embarrassment flickered across Anya’s face. She wasn’t particrly keen on sharing details


    of her life with the man. “I think we should be talking about the drafts,”


    “You must be new at the job. You don’t really know how this works, do you?” The man seemed to find


    Anya too serious for his liking. He was just trying to make conversation. But she seemed so uptight!


    Weren’t youngdies these days supposed to be friendlier and less uptight?


    He had heard stories about one–night stands and multiple partners..


    Perhaps she thought herself too good for him.


    He didn’t think so. He made fifty grand a year and he owned a car and a house.


    He wasn’t that old. He recently turned thirty and was still unmarried.


    He was interested in her and wanted to spend some time getting to know her. What was wrong with


    that?


    “Let’s talk about work. I still have other deliveries to make,” Anya said politely. “I can’t have them


    waiting for me. It wouldn’t


    be right.”


    The supervisor couldn’t believe it. Anya really was a stick in the mud. Perhaps she was just an innocent


    and simple–minded. young woman.


    He couldn’t believe his luck.


    It would be great if she were still a virgin.


    He wouldn’t mind trying his chances with her.


    “It’ll be fine. I can give you a ride.” The man handed the ss of water to Anya. “Have a drink.”


    “Thanks for the offer, but I really have to be going.” Anya refused to take the water. She was getting a


    little upset. What was he trying to do?


    She wished he would get to the point.


    “You mentioned something wrong with the drafts. Please let me know what the problem is, I can try to


    fix it.”


    The man’s lips twitched into an awkward smile. He wasn’t particrly happy about Anya refusing his


    ss of water. “Alright then. Let’s talk about the problem with the drafts. Follow me to my desk.”


    Anya found herself speechless but she didn’t exactly have a choice. She could only follow the man to


    his desk.


    When they got to his desk, the supervisorid the drafts out on his desk and began listing out aundry


    list of problems he had with them. In Anya’s opinion, they were trivial matters. The man was simply


    wasting her time.


    She couldn’t help but suspect that this was simply an excuse to keep her here.


    The young woman was prepared to pull her phone out and pretend that she had to take a call, then


    make her excuses and leave.


    That was when the man’s hand shot out suddenly and caught her wrist. “Let’s exchange our contact


    deta for me to get a hold of you if any more problems crop up in the future.”


    “Please let go of me!” Anya jerked back in rm. In the midst of her panic, she nearly tripped and fell


    over.


    It’ll be easier


    Luckily, the man caught her in time. That seemed to please the supervisor immeasurably. His grip


    around Anya’s wrist tightened.


    Anya reeled back in disgust and tried to pull her wrist free to no avail.


    Before she could raise her voice and yell for help, the door to the office was pulled open forcefully.


    Jamerson’s thunderous voice sounded angry. “Billy White! What do you think you’re doing?”


    In his moment of panic, Billy thrusted Anya away from him. The sudden shove sent Anya stumbling


    back and into a warm


    chest.


    She thought it was Jamerson.


    The young woman turned around with an apology ready on her lips.


    Instead of Jamerson, she was greeted with the sight of Evan.


    Anya froze. She shoved him away hastily. “I’m sorry, Mr. Welton.”


    “Step aside. Don’t leave.” Evan threw a dark look at her.


    His eyes seem


    to see right through her.


    She was lucky that they had been making a tour of the factory and had ended up at White’s office.


    Otherwise, she might find herself being taken advantage of by another man.


    This was exactly what had happened thest time.


    Hadn’t the same thing nearly happened to her then?


    She never learned, did she?