Chapter 3 ''Back on my Feet''

MITCHELL POV

"He changed his mind? I don't think you heard right. He said to my face that I don't need someone like me."

"I know what I heard. But the major concern right now should be your health," Cassandra said.

"Yeah, she can't go like this, we need to be sure she's fully recovered," Mom said.

"The doctor said I'm fine. So I don't see anything stopping me from going to work tomorrow."

"How about the pain? Are you sure you're not feeling it anymore?" Cassandra asked.

"Not as before. Let's just go to the pharmacy and get the drugs," I said as I sat up and moved down from the bed. They tried to hold me but I moved without a need for their support.

"You can see, I'm strong and fully recovered. Let's go get the drugs and leave at once. I have to prepare and rest for my new job tomorrow."

I got back home around Ten in the night. I shut my door and laid my back to the door, I screamed loudly so loud that a distant voice shouted back at me from the next door. "Shut the hell up!" And I covered my mouth. I grinned threw my clenched arms into the air and whispered, "Yes!"

For the few moments I was awake I imagined what it would be like working as the secretary for Mr. Anthony Martins. I paced around the room, seeing myself in a suit working on the desktop, arranging and sending files to the CEO's email. I imagined my phone beeping with a message alert to my personal bank account. I smiled seeing my salary of bearing five figures. I slept with a smile all over my face until the noisy alarm got me jumping off the bed by 5:00 am with its noisy blaring.

Although my eyes were still heavy, I moved into the bathroom to take a shower. Never too early in your first day at work, I said to myself in my mind.

I got to the company building before 7 am, and just a few people were present. Mostly the security guards, and cleaners. I was the second office staff to be present, I took a seat and waited for Mr. Anthony Martins to arrive, I did not know when I slept off.

I received a tap on my shoulder and I blinked my eyes open, it was Cassandra. "Hey, Good morning."

"Is it the late night? Your eyes are swollen."

"Yeah, I didn't have a good sleep," I rubbed my eyes and stretched myself. My eyes widened and I froze for a second. "Is Mr. Anthony Martins here?"

"Nope. I think it's too early."

"I don't want to wait for him to come asking for me," I said. I stood up immediately adjusted my tucked shirt and pulled down my skirt properly to rest a little bit below my knees.

I walked out from the staff room 1 with a hardcover book and a pen pinned to my breast pocket. I went up the stairs to the CEO's office and stood by the side of the door. I couldn't hold back my excitement, my face glowed with an uncontrollable.

Then I heard footsteps approaching from my right, I turned and I was magnetized at the sight of the gallant, demurely young man walking towards me. Mr. Anthony Martins donned a gray fitted blazer, his hair was always straight and glittering like it was permed with a rich hair gel. His chiseled face, finely carved in a medium size, and his moderately broad shoulder wouldn't need him to tell anyone that he frequented the gym. His walking steps were gallantry, and when our eyes met I took off my eyes.

"Good-Good day Sir."

He stood inches away from me and eyed me without responding to my greeting, his private security personnel on a black suit and a thick eyeglass kept austere, still look on his face.

Mr. Anthony dipped his hand into his pocket, and suddenly a key was thrown at me. I didn't expect it and the key fell down to the ground.

"Are you okay? On your first day as my secretary you decided to lose your mind," he said sternly.

"I'm so sorry Sir," I bent down and picked the key from the ground and rushed to open the door.

He walked in and I rushed to stand by the desk, I looked around and saw that the entire room was cleaned. The cleaners had the keys to every office and would clean them up when they arrived early and locked up the rooms before those who worked there arrived.

Mr. Anthony loosed up his jacket and sat down on his seat. "What is my schedule for the day?"

I wrapped my fingers together in between my thighs, my pupils flicked around, I bit the side of my lips and tried all I could not make eye contact with him. How in the world do I have to tell him that I don't have an idea of his schedule?

"Didn't you hear me? I am asked what is my schedule for the day?!"

"I-I don't have an idea about that Sir. I'm just resuming this job today, Maybe, you can tell me about it and I will keep track of..."

"You say what?" He leaned forward tried his head aside and gave me a look with narrowed eye. He laughed and sucked his teeth, "You got to be kidding me. Are you for real? You mean, I should tell you my schedule. I should be the one to inform you of what I want to do for the day?!"

"If I have to do that is there a point requesting for a secretary to keep track of things for me?!"

I was confused here. What is making him sound that way? I didn't request to be a personal assistant, and according to what I have known from secretaries, they get information from their boss and keep a record of it.

"Pardon me, but Sir, how can I keep a record of something I don't know."

"You ask questions! And you don't have to ask me. Was I the one who called your line?" His tone was harsh and oppressive.

"Who gave the information that you were appointed for this job?"

"General Manager Costa," I said in a feeble tone.

"Then why didn't you get the whole information from him? Huh?" He picked up the telephone quickly dialed numbers on it and placed it to his ear.

"Mr. Costa! You informed Miss Mitchell Lawson that she'd been appointed as my new secretary, right?"

"Did you send my schedule for the day to her?"

"Are you sure you know your job?! Or should I see you as one of the incompetent people my father allowed to work in this company? I meant those I fired recently. Because if you think you can sit around and waste our time just have at the back of your mind that Mart Groups isn't for you."

"The next time I call again to talk about what you are expected to do, that will be the end of the job here in Mart Groups I give you my word." He hung up immediately.

"Write this down." I picked up my book and took out a pen from my breast pocket, I was shivering. I was already uncomfortable around this man, I had never met such a mean person in my life aside from my father.