NAUGHTY EDITOR's LIFE (SERIES)

Well, thank you for reading my story. I am a tired editor, I worked round the clock and the letters I edited in the day chased me to my dreamland. I want to find love in real life, like the stories I read in the office during the day maybe I want love to find me like the way I connect the dots to the missing lovers in the manuscript but how will love find me when I am always stuck on a seat, drunk on coffee 9am to 5pm. I don't like my boss, he is very annoying because he dumps his baggages on my table and gets the fat check while I get the stipend, all he does is to cross his leg on the table and listen to loud annoying music the very genre the preacher in my church had warned us about.?"Beloved, don't listen to profane sounds unless you will go to hellfire." But my boss keeps provoking my innocent spirit with these very profane sounds and I have an appointment with the Preacher today, I want him to pray for my innocent soul and my boss too, even though I don't like him, I don't want him to go to hell fire. And I want him to repent and refrain form his sins like accepting more manuscripts when we are just at the beginning stage of the pending manuscripts. My eyes are tired and my lips are charred from deprivation of water and maybe, kisses. My bodies long for solo blues in the disco hall. I need to explore the streets and not shadow behind?manuscripts. I need to hurry and prepare coffee for my "annoying" boss and I mistakenly added "weed" to make him sleep and I can sneak out before the closing hour to meet my date. I will tell you more next time. Bye…

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