Oliver Easter has lost his marbles. Not that he had that many to start with, because Oliver isn’t just your ordinary Accounts Manager. He is the stone-cold mastermind of perfection. Treats his clients the same way he treats the reception staff, who he rudely squashes under his highly polished shoes. With indifference and contempt. Because Ollie isn’t a nice person, he never was, even when he was a snotty toddler being bounced around on his mother’s knees.
Oliver simply doesn’t care. Because why care when it makes no difference anyway? He’d rather hook up with someone and then forget about it. Soothe his needs in simple transactions. Not have to give a fuck about the aftermath.
No backlash. No concerns. No regrets. Nothing off-limits.
And so what if Juliet Delaware has employed some new fancy HR consultant to teach the company to be all huggy wuggy and nice? Oliver needs none of that shit. Nothing.
Not even if William Paulsen is the most intimidating man Ollie has ever met.
He doesn’t need that. Honestly. Just no. Perhaps some people should be just that. Off-limits.
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Oliver simply doesn’t care. Because why care when it makes no difference anyway? He’d rather hook up with someone and then forget about it. Soothe his needs in simple transactions. Not have to give a fuck about the aftermath.
No backlash. No concerns. No regrets. Nothing off-limits.
And so what if Juliet Delaware has employed some new fancy HR consultant to teach the company to be all huggy wuggy and nice? Oliver needs none of that shit. Nothing.
Not even if William Paulsen is the most intimidating man Ollie has ever met.
He doesn’t need that. Honestly. Just no. Perhaps some people should be just that. Off-limits.
Mybook.to/OffLimitsSMR
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