Chapter 5 ROSE

Rose

Madam paused suddenly in talking to me, reaching for her intercom. Her expression turned severe and she answered in monosyllables.

"Thank you. She'll be on her way now."

I was at a loss as to what was happening but I just watched as Madame arranged several files, pushing them towards me.

"Your first task to prove yourself is here." She announced after five long minutes. "Luckily for you, Bishop King has arrived and he has a meeting due in twenty minutes. Go there, to cover the briefs and generally try not to mess it up."

I floundered like a fish out of water, stuck between a confused state and fear.

Madame noticed her reaction and barked at me, "What is it?!"

"I-I don't think that I c-can..." I trailed off, my words sounding stupid even to me.

Madame's eyes narrowed and she leaned in, scaring the shit out of me. "If you think that you can't do this, then I suggest you pack your bags and get the hell out!"

I shook my head, reaching forward to grab the files, holding them close to my chest.

I couldn't afford to lose this job.

Twenty minutes...

I had less than five minutes to go through the contents of the files so I could have something tangible to present to this Bishop guy.

I stopped at the bathroom to straighten my clothes and brush myself up with a pep talk.

I closed my eyes, breathing in and out several times before I pushed back from the counter, taking the damned files with me.

I power walked to the top floor, praying under my breath while I watched the floor numbers change with each descent.

I just hoped I didn't mess this up, blowing away my only chance to make a name for myself.

There were guards stationed on the floor, who stopped me from walking forward.

"I'm for Mr King..." I told the less scary guy, smiling slightly.

"His new uh...secretary?" The change in my voice made my statement sound like a question. The men didn't budge, standing like statues. I understood that they were doing their job but if they didn't move, I would be out of mine. "If you don't fucking move, you'll make Mr King miss an important meeting, and he'll be pissed off."

Instantly they parted, giving me access.

I knocked once, waiting for a muffled response.

Cleaning my sweaty palm on my skirt, I turned the knob and pushed it in...

Only for the files to slip from my hands and float to the ground in shock.

No. Way.

Bishop

Rolling over on my bed, I reached out to touch the lady next to me, needing a soft body to warm me up, only to meet rumpled sheets...

What the...

My eyes popped open, and I reached up to push the hair out of my eyes blinking twice.

She's gone.

The blond goddess from last night.

Flashes of skin against skin, someone moaning in my ear, silky golden hair, and blue eyes passed through my mind, reminding me that I wasn't hallucinating.

The used condom and torn pink panties that I found in the bedroom added further proof but after scouring through the entire apartment, I realized that the woman was gone.

I stood in the center of my expansive living room for several minutes, not sure how to deal with being dumped.

I was usually the one that does the dumping, not the other way around.

Unfortunately, I couldn't dwell on it for long no matter how great the sex was, because minutes later, my phone buzzed.

It was an alarm I'd put in place to remind me of a meeting.

Also, it turns out that I was finally getting a secretary who also doubles as a PA, to take off the workload.

I pushed the mysterious woman out of my head, dragging myself into the shower.

By the time, I was done thoroughly scrubbing my body, the smell of pancakes and fried bacon was permeating the air.

I inhaled deeply, breathing in the aroma.

Rushing downstairs with my hands occupied with my briefcase, phones, and tie, I met my cook/housekeeper, Noona.

"Good morning, Noona!" I kissed her on the cheek, reaching behind her to steal a pancake.

Noona has been a fixture in my life, right from when I was a child to now, and I love her dearly.

"Hey!" She tapped my hand lightly with her wooden ladle.

To some, I might be a sexy and smart billionaire but to Noona, I was a recalcitrant child.

I chomped down on the sweet, doughy pancake before I washed it down with a bottle of fresh juice making my way to the door.

"Bishop! Where are you going?" Noona rushed after me.

"I'm sorry, I wish I could stay for breakfast but I have an important meeting."

"Which is why, I packed you a lunch box." She handed a small box over.

My heart swelled with love. "Have I told you how much I love you?"

"Get away, you!" Noona blushed, chasing me away.

I left with a smile, walking briskly down to the garage.

The perk of being the boss is that you could come to work late and no one would question you..

"Good morning Lucinda, how're you?" I smiled at the receptionist on my way to the elevator.

I saw a message propped on my desk, and after scanning the contents I sat up straighter.

A knock sounded on the door, but I waited until everything was in place before I said, "Come in."

The first thing I saw was the hottest pair of legs encased in a garter, and even though it wasn't appropriate, I almost drooled as I dragged my eyes up her body, and my jaw dropped open.

So did hers, as well as the files in her hands.

Standing right in front of me was the same elusive lady I met at the club.

"You!" She breathed shakily.

While she appeared surprised to see me, I had a suspicion that it could all be a front.

My eyes hardened, and hitting my palms hard on the table I stood.

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

Something tells me that I may not like her answer.