Chapter 8 Something mysterious about my Secretary

HAZEL

I still am finding it so hard to believe that someone actually tried to kill Rowan and place the blame on me.

When violet told me of her plan to get back at Rowan, I supported her and agreed to it but I had no clue of the implications that would amount as a result of my working for Rowan. It's not even been up to two months and the tensions flying in the air are so foggy and unbearable.

Every single day has become a nightmare for me as a result of having to deal with rowan's unbearable attitude. I've never met any man that is as flaky, conceited, and obnoxious as Rowan. Sometimes I just wish he could fire me and so I'll find an excuse to end this torture because honestly speaking, I was gradually losing my sanity.

Thinking of the fact that I will have to go remind this man of the meeting he has in the evening gives me a terrible migraine throbbing in my head. Just seeing him and hearing his fucking name has bombs exploding within me and I try so hard not to get irritated by him but just his mere presence is enough to make a volcano erupt within me.

My eyes flashed to the stack of files placed on my desk and a deep sigh escaped my now parted lips. I picked one of the files and flipped through the pages, my eyes perusing and scanning its contents. I stood up with a bolt and shook my head as I began taking mental notes of what my daily routine as Rowan's secretary.

Having taken mental notes of my duties for the day, I proceeded to pick up the files and head to Rowan's office. I noticed the uneasy stares I got from some of my work colleagues as I passed them by in a bid to get to Rowan's office. Some of them had this sorry look for me in their eyes whilst some shot me scornful glares. I ignored the stares and kept my mind on going to meet Rowan.

I wouldn't blame them though. After the bomb scandal, rumors had begun flying about my character and motive as Rowan's secretary. I was thoroughly and utterly tired of working here. As I approached Rowan's office, I could decipher inaudible yellings making their way out of his office walls. My stomach churned with each step I took and his yellings became more furious as I neared his office.

I rolled my eyes in disgust. He was yelling at some poor worker over the phone as his voice was the only voice I could hear. Summoning up bravery, I knocked on his door.

"What!" His arrogant voice shot back at me. I slowly opened the door and timidly walked in.

"Goodmorning sir" I greeted in my best possible tone whilst maintaining a facade smile and clutching onto the files.

And what is good about the morning you irresponsible lady?!" he spat at me, venom laced in his tone.

Oh my God! Couldn't he at least feign niceness or even be polite? I guess etiquette is too much to expect from this brute. Clearing my throat, I spoke up.

"I just came to drop these files for you to sign and also remind you of your meeting with the executives this evening"

"That's all you are ever good for--dropping files. You don't know anything else. For your sake I hope you haven't planted some sort of bomb in these files" he scoffed, eyes browsing my appearance. I shook my head with a smile.

"Not at all, sir. I would never try to harm you"

"Listen here" he suddenly sprang up from his seat with an index finger pointed at me. "

"The only reason you are still working here is that I pity you. You are a lowlife and if I fire you, you will probably starve to death. If you don't sit up and become responsible, I swear I'll deal with you in the worst possible way and fire you!" I wish he could just fire me already and who gave him the right to call me a lowlife?

Bastard.

Suppressing my discomfort and anger, I gave a slow dip of my head. "I'll be more responsible sir. I assure you"

"Get out of my sight lazy bag of bones!" He rudely ordered without batting an eyelid at me. I simply turned and walked away, my fist clenching and my blood boiling. His insults are beginning to really irk me and I truly don't know how long I'll be able to bear them.

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Today has been so stressful and burdensome, to say the least. Having to deal with Rowan's incessant nagging and overbearing attitude is seriously taking a toll on my mental health.

I eagerly waited for my closing time with my eyes occasionally glancing at the wall clock so I could bolt out of the walls of his Godforsaken company. Now away from his toxic clutches, I could get a breath of fresh air. The laughter emanating from the women surrounding me jolted me out of my thoughts. Strange but these days, I think of Rowan too often than I want to.

His appearance in my life is like a virus that won't go until it fully destroys all in its paths. I took cursory glances at my surroundings. I was at a pedicurist with violet. Honestly, I didn't want to go but violet insisted it will be good for me given the fact that I had been overstressed this past couple of days. "Hazel look at my nails!"

Violet chirped excitedly at me as she wiggled her now manicured nails.

"Very beautiful. Violet, I must admit you know your onions well when it comes to beauty tips" I praised her. It was the truth. Violet was a glam girl. She knew the latest fashion trends and didn't waste any chance in showcasing her expertise in beauty tips.

"Why haven't you done your nails yet?" Violet asked with curious brows. I shrugged my shoulders at her.

"I just feel so tired"

"Don't say that" she smiled at me. "I brought you here so it could ease you a bit. You haven't had time for yourself ever since you began working for Rowan" she added.

"I'm glad you know" I concurred with a smug smile which got her slightly embarrassed. "It will be worth it in the end I promise" violet whispered to me and caressed my hands.

I was about to reply to her statement when two women; a blonde and red-haired, walked in, their voices soaring high in the nail salon.

"Why are they so lousy?"I scrunched my face at their loud intrusion whilst facing violet. "I know right" she spoke underneath her breath.

"So Rowan is single at the moment. Why don't we try our luck? You know get the bag" I heard one chortle.

I rolled my eyes upon hearing the center of that discussion.

"And for that bitch to think he would end up with her" the other scoffed. In a fluid motion, violet had her features seethed in anger and she clenched her fists. I'm guessing they had no clue violet was in the saloon.

"You know what I find so amusing? The bitch was filling up social media with pictures of her and Rowan. One would even think their relationship was the best not knowing she was just a faker" the blonde savagely spat.

"Exactly. More of a reason why I love Rowan. He doesn't fake a shit. He didn't fill the media with glam pictures of both of them because he knew the relationship wouldn't even last. And it thoroughly serves her right!" The red-haired concurred as they giggled together. Violet shot up from her seat in exasperation, anger coursing through her veins with a blaze of indignation burning furiously in her eyes.

I immediately stood with her as she walked over to the woman. "How dare you!" She yelled at both of them. They had their brows furrowed before realizing that she was the violet they were gossiping about.

"Excuse me?" The blonde tried feigning ignorance. "Oh shut the fuck up and don't play dumb. How dare you talk shit about me with your filthy mouth?!" Violet raged like an angry bull.

The scene had already started attracting onlookers as a fairly large group of women had begun gathering around us.

"What did she say that isn't true?" The red-haired rhetorically asked in distaste.

"You don't have the right to speak about violet in that manner. But I seriously don't expect much from two good-for-nothing women that can't help but gossip about other individuals who are better than them" I stood up for violet. Shock and bewilderment were webbed across their faces. Before they could give a comeback, violet spoke up.

"Exactly. Gossiping about me and spitting trash that you don't even know. Well, that's what people of your kind do. You gossip about me because I am better than you. And let me tell you, you both don't even stand a chance of being picked or even admired by Rowan. You aren't among his class of women. Yes, I posted pictures of I and Rowan and so what? I never tried deceiving the media. I enjoyed my relationship while it lasted but you two--I don't even think you both can even catch a guy's attention talk more of being in a relationship. Fools" I was awestruck at how violet defended herself.

The women stared jaws ajar at Violet, tongue-tied and motionless.

"Let's leave here hazel. These two women wreak of failure and negativity" violet scornfully concluded before gripping hold of my hands and making our way out of the nail salon.

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ROWAN The sounds of chattering and music blasting through the walls filled the entire club. Beautiful dim wisteria and scarlet-colored lights gave the club a sensual look. I watched as skimpily dressed women swarm around, some dancing seductively on the various poles sprouting out from different podiums situated in the club filling the air with the stench of sex and alcohol. I just had a long tiring day in the office. Dealing with different paperwork and meeting with the executives concerning a recent project was so draining.

Like a comet, she struck my mind. My secretary, Hazel. There was something mysterious about that woman that I just couldn't pinpoint. Was it how respectful and tactful she was able to stay even when I purposely threw rude and vile words at her?

Or her calming smile even when my facial expression was nothing but pure distaste? Fuck. I just couldn't point it out but there was something about her. Something intriguing but also mysterious.

This woman was beginning to live rent-free in my head and I just couldn't take it anymore. "Rowan damn where is your mind at?" Arlo's voice cut into my thoughts. I snapped my eyes to meet his, catching his quirky smile.

Using a finger to rub on my temples, I sighed. "Man my new secretary is driving me nuts" "Really?" Arlo asked with a smug smile as he leaned forward.

"Oh no..not in that way" I immediately discarded his thoughts. But come to think of it, it would be nice having her in my bed. She had an hourglass figure which was extremely seducing. I never really got to pay attention to her body physique but it was noticeable. Fuck shit. Just the thought of it was giving me a boner.

"If you say so. But you seem so tense. Lessen up a bit" Arlo suggested. I chuckled and called for a waiter.

"Two shots of tequila for each of us," I told him. "And after we drink why don't we have fun with these women" I suggested with a wink.

"Pussy will be the end of you" Arlo laughed at my statement as we waited for our drinks.