Viviana Pov.....
The six o'clock alarm jolts my body, which suddenly alerts my mind to wake up. Stretching my tired body, I hum a joyful melody. I extend my hand, taking my telephone on the nightstand. Opening the music at the highest level, the speaker allowing it, to Beyoncé, I woke up like this. Well, I sure did. I cannot even describe the feeling that takes over my body now.
Minutes later, when I start feeling myself, my inner goddess takes over, and all my innocent goddess is witnessing is my body swinging back and forth. My hand slowly ran over my crop top to my lace pantie.
Time by time, I remind myself that I have the job to work for the wealthiest and most gorgeous man on the earth. For some reason, this knowledge doesn't leave a good taste in my mouth. However, I'm not going to be intimidated by it. I don't care if I have to make a deal with the devil itself to have this job.
A job that pays almost two thousand dollars every two weeks sure won't be an easy task as long as I have my dad's surgery money. I'm good.
After hours of searching my closet for something to glorify my little curves, I lay my hands on black Alfani essential tummy-control pants with a stretchy fit and a sleek silhouette that will comfort me throughout the day. Next is a beige beach round neck long sleeve lace plain slim ruffle summer blouse with a beige 5'heel open toe, crisscross strap with ankle strap shoes.
I rest under warm and welcoming water from the tub for approximately thirty minutes.
I walked to my bedroom with my tower sucking the water on my body. I pull my hair in a high ponytail.
I glimpse at my telephone and realize it's 7:30. I apply some makeup to make my face appear more professional and more feminine.
I examine myself for a third time in the mirror before heading outside my bedroom. I love the vibe I receive from the girl looking back at me in the mirror. I close my eyes, praying a little prayer, and with that, I kiss my dad goodbye. I am heading to my happy place. Or whatever it will be.
I contemplate the M.J. WRIGHT RESIDENCE written delicately in gold over the glass front doors for a second time. A pride smile appears at the corner of my lips. Exhale, I march at the revolving door.
The young woman who once ushered me to Mr. Wright's office smiles at me. "Hello, welcome back, Ms. Laurent." I nod. I reward her with a grateful smile. She remembers my name. I can tell she and I will be good friends here.
"Hello, and you are..." I extend my hand toward her. She shakes her head in manners where's my cultivation gestures. Smiling, she slightly shakes my hand.
"I am Abigail Brown," she introduces herself. Her well-manicured fingers dial a number on the phone next to her computer. I do not want to disturb her. I occupy the time admiring her gentle face. She gives me the impression of the other girl Mr. Wright was with the night I met him.
"Yes, sir...no sir...yes. I'm on my way." I heard her talking over the phone. I wonder who she is talking to. I glimpse over my wristwatch, and it's 8:45. "Right this way." she guides me to the elevator she ushered me the other day. No. Really.
"Umm, where are we going?" I ask. I woke at six in the morning, hoping to be here before him, and he was already here, "is he here already?"
"Yes..." she smiles at me.
"Are you kidding?" I stomp my feet like a little kid. She giggles, "Not funny, I try my best to come here so I can be here before him and...And" I am lost for words.
"Really, you will have to sleep here if you want to be here before him." she pats my shoulder and heads out after the Bing from the elevator alerts our arrival. "And I forgot to thank you for the other night," she says. She is grabbing me in a warm embrace.
"Ohh, it was you," I ask her. I was hugging her back. "Then how come you're at the front desk? Aren't you his secretary?" I confusedly asked to prolong with our walk.
"Ohh no, I'm not. He fired his tenth one, so I filled the spot before he found the eleventh one." she pats my shoulder again. I become anxious. Did she say Tenth PA.?
Before entering his office after he permits me, I see Abbie mouths me something. She asks if we can get together for lunch.
His shadow is only enough to certify that he is a powerful man. He poises in such an elegant way that it makes my knees weaken. Will I be able to work with such a powerful man?
He positions his hand in his pocket, admiring the view from his office. I don't say anything because I know he knows I'm here. He skims his hand over his hair and messes them more than it already was. To my surprise, these simple things make his face appear more alluring. He turns to face me. He skims my body from head to toe. He arches his brows when he's done. I smile.
"Ms. Laurent, you're late." My eyes pop out. Is he kidding? I open my mouth to say something. Nothing comes out. "So, you're not going to say something to defend yourself, Ms. Laurent," he asks, marching over his big chair.
"I...I...I" What the hell, Viviana?
"Well...cat, take your tongue," he smirks.
"No, well yeah...I mean, no." He inclines his body black, looking at me. "I'm ...I'm not late." The words finally decide to save me from my foolishness.
"Then why does my meeting start at..." he glimpses at his expensive yet simple watch, "9:15 then because I think I'm here since, well... let's say six." he drifts over his big chair, placing his hand behind his head and fixing me.
"I don't know because you decided to start it at 9:15. I was here before nine," I tell him with my eyes glued in my hand. He intimidates me, and I do not even mention that he frightens me.
"Point well-made, Ms. Laurent." is a compliment even though I collect some mockery in his voice.
He circles me, walking to a closet. My frightened body pressure me not to look at what he is doing.
"Here," he deposed a gigantic box in front of me filled with paper. I look at him, confused, before his cold stare makes me regret doing so. "You'll find what you must do as my PA, and now let's show you your office." He powers off his vibrating phone.
Thank God I have an office. I hope it's not next to his.
"Here," he pushes the door open. Patting my curly eyelashes in surprise, I turn to watch what can be the distance between my office and his. My noddle legs threaten to cuddle. I rapidly grab the head of the chair neat to me.
"Uhm, this...this is my office," I ask looking at him heading back to his.
"Yeah, is there a problem?" he asks. Slamming his door, not waiting for my answers.
Someone, please give me some water. Is that my office? Am I dreaming? It has two gigantic white couch in each corner of the room with a big black desk in the middle with a modern computer on it. The white carpet is the cleanest thing I've ever seen. I love it.
It's been six hours since I've been reading these papers. I didn't have time to go to lunch, so I asked Abbie if she could buy me lunch. Wright told me he did not want lunch. He's been out since eleven, and it's almost four. He's not yet returned.
The knock on my door takes my focus away from the paper.
"Coming in," I say before continuing with my task.
"Hey, you still in these papers?" Abbie's voice steals a smile from my mouth, and I nod. That's the first smile I have for the day. "Hey, I was wondering if you could come to a party with me." She sinks her body on the couch next to my desk. I don't know what to say. I only smile. I'm not an extrovert person, and I have to go home after work so I can be with my dad.
"I don't know, I don't like parties," I inform her apologetically.
"No, it's not a party; it's just a little party. Please come with me." she squeaks, placing her hands together in a praying hand gesture with a puppy face.
"I...I... I'm sorry," I apologize to her. Which didn't stand in her persuasive way?
"Look, it's just since I've been working here, I've never had a girlfriend. As a matter of fact, I've never had a girlfriend because I don't know, girls always think I'm weird well..." she gestured to how she dresses.
I don't know about that, but she is beautiful, and she isn't that bad with fashion. I don't know anything about fashion myself, but she is good. "And all these girls here think they are Mrs. Wright, and I need someone to go to the party, so please, and you've been nice to me." She adds, still begging. That is the sweetest thing ever. How can I refuse?
"I'll try," I tell her, and she giggles, swaying her feet in the air. "Hey, I said I'll try," I remind her before she exits the door.
"Abby," I call her name. She peeks at me from my door. "Where is Mr. Wright? He is been out since eleven."
"Oh, sometimes he went out with his little sister and had lunch with her," she informs me before her presence fading away, leaving me in solitude.
I place my earphones over my ears before heading out to the restroom in the corridor and humming the rhythm of Yeh Ladha hai Allah by Kajol. I love Indian music a lot. They're just so energizing.
I take off my heels. I placed them on the lavatory countertop and entered the toilet with my music still playing over my ears. I'm the only one using this restroom since I'm the only girl working on the 30th floor.
I examine my face and features in the mirror before heading to my office.
I pushed open the door, and the person sitting at my desk made me stumble. Tripping over my own feet and falling headfirst into my office.
I grab the earphones off my ears, struggling to get up. He sits at the desk, crossing his hand over his chest, frowning at me. Yes, embarrassing, I know.
"Just to remind you, Miss Laurent, this is an office, not some kind of club you used to work in. You should not have, and I shouldn't have to tell you that cell phone and listening to music is unacceptable." He tells.
"I'm...I'm sorry." I run my hand over my skirt.
"Here, this computer is the company's property. But you can go home with it." He hands a white Apple laptop to me. His glance gives me the impression he wants to kill me.
"So please be a responsible adult and make sure you don't use it for personal needs. Because everything you do in this computer, the board will be able to see it." He explains, still glaring at me.
Who does he think I am? I am not a baby. I know how to be a responsible adult.
"Yes," I tell him. I was not looking at him heading out.
"Even though this is my company. I will be disappointed to know that my board found dirty things on the computer of one of my employees that I hired." I roll my invisible eyes at him.
When I'm sure he can't see me, I mock him. Does he even know how to smile?
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