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The boss of a company we work with is a pot-bellied, greasy middle-aged man.
He always looks at me lewdly, his gaze roaming over my peach-like body.
Every time he finds various excuses, supposedly for the cooperation between our companies, insisting I attend dinner parties.
During meals, he also forces me to drink.
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