Her Notorious CEO

It was late in the evening. On the balcony outside the second floor office, a girl standing about five feet four inches tall, fair complexion, delicately molded body, white long skirt worn with sky blue blouse, golden silky shoulder cut, her hair pinned back. She quickly turned around when she heard the sound of the intercom ringing from inside and picked up the intercom.

"Miss Jane. I'm Daryl," the voice of Daryl, in charge of the security guards, came out; a noise was heard from the background.

"Miss Jane, come quickly to the water park, there is an emergency," he said in a panicked tone.

"Relax Mr. Daryl. You take a deep breath and tell me what happened?" she replied in a professional manner.

"WELL! Ma'am, a guy is yelling at us all, saying something has happened to his daughter. I only know that the girl ran screaming into the ladies washroom and locked herself in. This is the ladies washroom, so you can come inside and check it. We cannot give permission for a man to visit there."

"Ok, I'm coming." She responds quickly. In the meantime, Daryl, try to calm down the crowd, in particular the father of this girl. She instructed him and rushed toward the elevator.

"Alright Ma'am." The guard had switched off the intercom. A few seconds later, she was out of the office and running across the ground rapidly.

Tickets for the largest and most expensive amusement park in Europe were sold weeks in advance. She was the Director of Guest Relations at this amusement park. Handling such emergency was also included in her responsibilities. She ran and signaled the guards standing at the front entrance of the park to open the door from a distance and enter.

It was Saturday afternoon; the whole park was full of children, old, young men and women.

A short distance across the park, over the driving cinema, through the musical street, and the artificial mountain area where the water park is situated, she was almost running inside, crossing the area where gift shops were, and entering the artificial mountain area.

"Excuse me! Make way." She walked past the crowd and reached outside of the ladies' room where a crowd was standing and Daryl, the security officer, was answering questions in front of them.

"Hey Daryl" She called out to him from behind and the tall, athletic looking man standing in front of Daryl turned to look at her.

"Thank you, Miss Jane." Daryl gasped.

"Is this the lady emergency rescue that we have been waiting for an hour?" The man said in a sarcastic manner. His voice was heavy and his tone was mocking.

She stepped forward and looked confidently into the steel gray eyes beneath the dark brown eyebrows of the handsome man.

"Hi, I am Tasha Jane, the director here...."

"I know off-guest relations." He pointed to the name tag on her shoulder and spoke in a restrained manner.

"Instead of wasting time, come into action now and do the work for which you have been called." His anger was clearly visible in his body language.

"Something has happened to my daughter. She is locked inside and I am wasting my time standing among the incompetents." He roared.

"Please calm down sir." Tasha spoke softly.

"Tell me what happened? If you lose control like this, you won't get help for yourself or your daughter." If the situation had not been so delicate, she should have told him right away that she was not one to tolerate an attitude for no reason.

After listening to her words, the man carefully looked at her from head to toe. He then bowed his head slightly and buried his steel gray eyes in Tasha's green eyes.

"We were standing in a long line for the roller coaster when suddenly my daughter's face turned white like she had seen a ghost and she ran out of the line and into the ladies room by herself. "She was locked, and I wanted to go inside after her, but this security guard stopped me." He said to her in detail.

"Is she still in?" After interrupting the man, she asked Daryl who was standing next to her, to which Daryl nodded his head.

"What is the name of the girl?" she asked seriously to the girl's father, whose frustration and anger had increased when she interrupted him.

"Her name?" he muttered. "For God's sake. My daughter is locked inside; I don't know what happened to her, what is her condition and instead of going straight inside and helping her, you are standing here in front of me asking her name." The tall man tried to calm himself, running his fingers through his thick dark brown hair.

"Her name is Eva! Damn it! Eva..."

"Thanks" She heard the girl's name, thanking him in a professional manner and heading towards the ladies' washrooms.

"Daryl, can you remove this crowd from here and contact the information desk to order a cart, and also inform the first aid center that I am going to bring a girl with me? Be prepared." She quickly gave Daryl instructions and stepped in. She didn't even look back to see if Daryl started listening or following her orders because she knew Daryl would do it all. The tall, broad-shouldered, steely-grey-eyed, attractive man's gaze seemed dull.

She entered a cold corridor with about ten washrooms in order in the ladies room. The attendant of the washroom saw her and quickly came forward and without asking her anything, she started speaking by herself.

"Miss Jane! A little girl ran in screaming, crying and locked herself in the last washroom. I shouted a lot and asked her to open the door but she didn't. She didn't answer nor did she open the door. A tall man entered quickly shouting that all the ladies here started making noise. They thought that he might be scaring the girl. Now these ladies are not letting him down and the girl is not coming out. I found it very difficult." As she gave her the whole report, she said, "All the ladies have been kicked out of here."

"Thanks Hazel! Now you can go outside and wait for me." She spoke softly.

"Yes Ma'am." Hazel nodded in agreement. After Hazel left, she walked to the washroom at the end.

"Eva? Are you okay?" Tasha gently put her hand on the door and asked, but she could not hear anything except sobs in response from inside.

"Eva! Please let me in. I want to help you. Outside, your father is also worried about you." Now the sound of sobs coming from inside was somewhat quieter.

"My name is Tasha Jane. You can tell me about your problem. You can tell me whatever happened." She stopped.

"I didn't tell anyone, not even your father." She was treating this girl with love.

"You...you didn't tell anyone?" A thin, very slow girl's voice emerged.

"No, if you don't want, I won't tell anyone." Tasha assured.

"I feel ashamed, but it hurts." After hearing the full voice of this girl, her curiosity had increased even more.

"What's hurting you?" When she asked, she heard the sound of a metal lock being opened. The door opened and a cute girl about eleven years old stood in front of her. She was wearing a neat skirt with matching blouse, expensive tennis shoes, dark brown hair tied in two ponytails with a ribbon. She had thick pink colored glasses on her eyes making her even cuter; her steel gray eyes full of tears were just like her father's.

"Oh God, why am I keeping the eyes of this proud man in my mind?" She shook her head and turned her attention to the girl standing in front of her.

"Hello Eva." She extended her hand and said she wanted to get this girl out of the washroom as soon as possible.

"Hey." That girl bowed her head and came out.

"Will you tell me what happened? Who hurt you?"

"It's here..." The girl was confused and put her tongue on her lips. "Here, a very big stinging bee bites me."

"Oh no!" She worriedly noticed that the bees in these areas were spider-sized and their sting was very dangerous.

"Were you afraid?"

"No..." Eva shook her head.

"I know no one dies from a bee sting, but..." She became silent as she spoke.

As she contemplated, she asked, "Where did it bite you?" She didn't rush away and upset her father.

"Oh." The girl's small mouth opened, and then shyly, she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled down her shirt.

The girl had two red swollen bee sting marks on her chest.

Of course, when this girl was stung by a bee in such a personal place, she did not have her mother with her. Instead, she had her father and obviously she could not ask her father for help in such a situation.

She felt very sorry for this girl. It was at such an age when girls were very embarrassed by the changes in their bodies.

"Come on." She held the girl's hand and took out a paper towel from the eye side box near the sink, wet it and placed it on the wound.

"By the way, how did that bee get inside your blouse?" She was talking to her and was cleaning her wound with cold water.

"There were a lot of balloons here. I liked the one with Barbie. I turned around to look at it closely. It fell into the bushes. It must have passed through my sleeves." Eva fell silent.

"Will Daddy be angry with me?" Her eyes were watering again. As soon as she threw away the wet towel, she cleaned her body with a dry paper towel and buttoned her blouse.

"I think your daddy will be relieved to know that it was just a bee sting, not a serious problem."

"Come on now, this wound doesn't hurt so much, so let's go out now so that your daddy won't worry anymore. These men can never understand how we girls fail at all these personal things. Can they understand?" She looked at her questioningly.

"No," Eva said shaking her head. Eva looked at the adorable baby doll-like girl standing in front of her. She liked her.

"My daddy doesn't understand anything; he thinks I'm still a baby," she said with a frown.

"Don't worry. Let's go out. I have ordered a golf cart to take you to the first aid office. Let's go, then I will put some ointment here, see if it will reduce your pain and irritation. After that we both drank Coke together." She was now lovingly persuading her to come out of the building.

"There will be many people outside." That girl was nervous.

"There is no one outside. The security guard has chased everyone away and I am with you." She gently embraced her and loved her, and then she agreed to go out holding her finger tightly.

As soon as she stepped out with Eva, Eva's father was standing in front of the door looking worried; he walked quickly in front of her.

Tasha's P.O.V.

As soon as we stepped out, Eva's father was standing in front of the door looking worried; he walked quickly towards us.

"Eva! Are you okay?" He was asking a question. His face was red and he seemed angry.

"Yes, Daddy." Eva said in a low voice.

"What the hell was going on? Why did you behave that way, Eva?" He asked harshly. I intervened looking at Eva's scared face.

"I'm taking Eva to the first aid room. I think she's fine but I still want to do a checkup on her. "Now excuse me." I walked over to the golf cart parked outside for Eva, which Daryl had already organized on my behalf.

"How dare you?" He grunted.

"Daryl! Show the way to the man." I sat the girl in an open car and left her in there to ignore her father. I wanted to teach him a lesson.

I was driving to the first aid center with the girl in the golf cart. The girl was holding my hand tightly. She was a very cute and loving girl. I looked back and saw that the girl's father had put both his hands in his pants pockets. His face was completely spotless.

By the time we arrived at the medical center after covering a distance of thirty minutes, we had become very close friends.

"It will be fine by tomorrow. Before you go home and sleep, is it okay to apply this ointment yourself?" I applied an ointment, told her how to apply the ointment and closed the tube and put it in her skirt pocket. Heavy footsteps were heard from outside, which stopped outside the cabin.

"This is Daddy." Eva said shyly. "He will be very angry with me."

"I handle your daddy. Tell me, will you drink Coke?" I asked gently patting her cheeks.

"Yes please!" Eva nodded and then stopped.

"Won't you mind if I stop and drink the coke in this room?" I smiled after listening to her saying that I understood that this girl was afraid to face her angry father at that time.

"You can stay here as long as you want little girl." I patted her cheek again and left the cabin. I got out and closed the door of the cabin.

Standing in front of the door, the tall man asked, "Where is she?".

"Your daughter is in the treatment room." I answered him and walked to the fridge in the corner, opened the door and took out a can of Coke.

'I told her I'd get her a coke. Please get out of the way' I said, angry. I don't like these types of people.

"Coke?" He exploded. "Will she drink Coke? At this time?"

Ignoring him, I opened a can of Coke and without saying a word stepped into the cabin. Eva was sitting on a chair and looking at the first aid treatment posters on the walls, swinging her legs.

"Thank you." Eva took the can from my hand.

She was taking small sips of Coke. Looking at her carefully, I asked a question.

"Eva! Where is your mother?" After listening to my words, Eva lowered her head.

"She died just a few months ago." She spoke in a muffled tone.

"Oh." I became quiet for a moment.

"I think I will tell your daddy about your injury so that if there is any problem, he can call the lady doctor at home. Should I tell?" When I asked, Eva shook her head as if she had given permission.

"Ok, finish this coke comfortably, I'm coming." I got up patting her hand, stepped out of the cabin and closed the door carefully. Eva's father was sitting on the leather sofa near the registration desk; he started to get up after seeing me.

"Sir, please sat down for a while now. I have to record this incident and filled some forms. I need your signature on it." I knew that the man must have turned mad after hearing me, that's why I left the desk without looking at him. Some critical incident report papers were taken out of the drawer.

"What is the full name of the girl?" I asked, looking at the report paper.

"To hell with your bloody Forms Miss .... I want to know about my daughter right now." His voice was very angry and high pitched. As he stood up from the sofa, he walked over to my desk, pressing the desk with both hands.

I raised my head and his face was very close to me. His steel gray eyes had a magnetic attraction, his nose was slightly high, his mouth was wide and his jaw was strongly set. He also had thick dark brown hair with a few gray hairs made him even more decent and handsome. He was a very rich and attractive man of thirty or thirty-two. I feel my heart skip a beat for the first time in my life.

"Miss! If my review is complete, tell me about my daughter." He spoke in a very rude and sarcastic tone; I quickly looked away from him, reproaching myself.

I controlled my senses while swallowing saliva and started talking like a machine.

"Your daughter has been stung by a bee. I have applied an antiseptic cream to her wound. She is resting inside."

After listening to these words, the man's face was less tense, his daughter was fine, and he took a deep breath of relief.

"What was the point of creating such a big fuss over such a small matter? She could have told me instead of running and hiding like that." After knowing the reason, he was getting angry now.

"The bee got inside her blouse and it bit her on the sensitive part and hurt her." I explained the problem to him in appropriate words. He was staring at me without any expression with his steel gray eyes; it was clearly written on his face that it was not a big deal.

"Your daughter is growing up now Mr...."

"Daniel" He told me his name.

"Mr. Daniel, your daughter is in that age group where due to physical changes, children start to hesitate even on their own. She was in pain, but instead of pain, she was hesitant to tell you. If she cried in front of you, you were the reason. Thinking about this, she ran away and locked herself in the ladies' washroom." I explained to him in a cold tone.

At that time, he was clenching his jaw tightly and hitting his fingers on his index finger. He was an experienced worldly man and was faced with such a situation for the first time.

"Mom was right; raising a daughter is not easy." He grumbled.

Suddenly, his steel gray eyes softened as he looked at me.

"I'm still learning about parenting. It's all new to me." The smile on my face appeared professional once I heard his words. "As Eva did, I overreacted slightly more..."

"That's understandable Mr. Daniel" I told him while filling out the form.

"Mr. Daniel, please tell me your full name." I asked in a very professional manner.

"Daniel Bruno." His voice echoed and my hand froze while writing his name.

"Daniel Bruno." My lips moved.

Smiling, he walked to the front of the desk, standing in front of me; he put his steel gray eyes into my curious gaze.

"Yes, Miss Jane." He read my name from the name tag while smiling.

"I own this place." He said and I trembled.

He was Daniel Bruno, a famous ruthless billionaire.

He was the owner of this place.

He was standing in front of me.

"I thought without any report or form etc. I could take my daughter from here?" He replied coldly. I looked at the incident report in my trembling hand and then threw these papers into the trash bin. Then he turned away, and I sat helplessly on my chair.

In the dispensary, he was walking around with his hands tucked into the pockets of his pants. In front of him, there were posters depicting first aid on the walls. As I sat behind the desk, watching him and listening to him, I was utterly lost as to what to say to him, not understanding what could be said.

He was Daniel Bruno. One of the richest men in the world. His business was spread all over the world. If any employee or management man of this big amusement park had not seen him yet, how could I recognize him? But was I upset by it? Yes, maybe. I admit it in my heart.

I had hidden information about his daughter from him knowing that he was extremely rude and unbearable in the park at that time. I left him alone and took Eva in the car to the dispensary to teach him a lesson. He had walked such a long way and his mind felt a bit winded, but only then did I know that he was my boss.

"Oh God, please don't fire me from the job." As I thought about that, I got faced with another problem.

'This amusement park earns millions of dollars per week, so I'll have to see for myself how this park handles the emergency situation and how they treat the guests who came to picnic. Why? Miss Jane, what do you think?" His voice drew me out of my thoughts.

"Yes! You should see." I said for the first time in a soft voice. Earlier in the park I had been talking to him harshly.

He was lecturing me on how to treat guests and I bowed my head. I was just waiting to hear a cold sentence but as he spoke he walked towards the cabin and opened the door.

"Eva! Are you okay? I'm waiting for you to ride on the dragon ride."

The door opened and Eva came out with her head bowed. He smiled looking at me. He moved forward and raised Eva's face with his index finger.

"Hello little girl! You make me worry. How are you doing now?"

"Yes daddy! I'm sorry daddy I'm so dumb I shouldn't have done that but here it is." She was sorry.

"It's OK. There is no need to explain. Miss Jane has told me everything. Now quickly thank her and leave here."

Eva raised her head and saw her daddy. It seemed that she would have hugged her father, but there was nothing like that. The chair was moving, but I sat still. She came to me and hugged me.

"Thank you! You are very exemplary, very good, just like a fairy. If you didn't come to help me today, I don't know what I would do. You are superb."

"Thank you Eva." I caressed her red cheeks lovingly. "I'm glad I could help you. Is your pain gone now?"

"No, now there is less pain than before."

"Good! But you must apply the ointment at night and if the swelling does not reduce by the morning, tell your father to check with the doctor." When I explained to her, she shook her head vigorously.

"Mr. Bruno! On your way home, you must take Eva to a pharmacy for analgesics." I let go of Eva's hand while standing.

"Good advice Miss Jane! Which brand will be better?"

I picked up the paper lying on the desk and wrote the name of the ointment on it, and handed it to the angry boss. Instead of holding the paper, he grabbed my wrist. I was stunned by his touch.

"I will be in touch."

In a low voice, he leaned forward and whispered in my ears. I was trembling as if smoke was coming out of my ears. I did not understand what had happened in those moments.

Increasing pressure on my wrist with his thumb, he suddenly pulled the paper out of my hand and freed my wrist.

"Let's go, Eva." He took his daughter's hand in a normal manner and left. I was standing still.

What was he planning for me? Was he planning any punishment for my disobedience?

How could I make such a big blender? But what was my fault? I had worked here for a year, till today no worker had seen him, he himself had never come forward. Instead, his managers and secretaries used to handle all the work. He has a huge business empire which includes water ships, big malls, computer firms and many other things besides this amusement park. The first time I saw Mr. Bruno, he was very irritable and ill-tempered. That's why I behaved with him in a rude manner. I felt happy by increasing his anxiety, but now will he take revenge on me and expel me from this job?

I was worried, the duty hours were ending. I told the nurse and she came out.

Now I was walking back to the office, from where I had to pick up my wallet, house key and go to the flat.

As a hardworking girl who loved doing her work with honesty and integrity, this job provided me with excellent salary and benefits. I got that after a lot of dedication and work which I did not want to lose but....

It is very likely I will lose my job because tonight I behaved rudely with a guest, and that guest turned out to be the boss of my company.

~At Night

It was cold as ice. The night was getting darker.

When I reached home around nine o'clock at night, I threw off my sandals by the door and hung my coat on the back of the chair. I turned to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator's door. I was very hungry and today was so busy that I was unable to go to the grocery store. There was nothing in the fridge except eggs, so I had to spend today on omelets.

As I frantically grabbed two eggs from the fridge, I placed them near the sink and went to my bedroom.

After changing uniforms, I was heading towards the kitchen when the landline phone of the flat started ringing.

Also, a phone was provided to this apartment by the company.

My attention was drawn to the phone, and I stopped.

It must be a call from Bruno's secretary not to come to work tomorrow, I thought to myself.

"Hello..." I nervously picked up the phone and put it to my ear.

"Hello." My two-year-old younger sister's chirping voice came out of the receiver.

"Noor." Hearing her voice, my nerves were relaxed.

"How are you? Sister?"

"I am fine ....."

"Listen." Noor interrupted me.

"I really need some money. Next week I have to attend a party. For that, I'll need an expensive dress." She explained the reason for this call. She never calls me if she does not want anything.

"Noor, I sent you spending money last week. What happened?"

"For God's sake, don't waste your three or four hundred dollars on me. I've moved to a completely different city. The money was spent on moving."

"New city, start college and you didn't even consult me?"

"You're not my mother! I want a dress. Just send me one thousand dollars by the day after tomorrow." Noor hung up the phone without listening after speaking in off mode.

I wanted to tell her that I might not have this job tomorrow and would have to vacate the house too.

As usual, Noor did not listen to me.

We both were sisters. I was older and Noor was two years younger than me.

I always thought Noor was more beautiful and attractive than me. This is due to the fact that she is slightly younger. My mother and father used to pamper Noor more.

I was studying business marketing when my mother and father were badly injured and disabled in a car accident. During those days, I had to take care of the house, Noor, my mother and father all by myself. All the savings of mummy and papa were beginning to be spent on treatment; it was time to sell the house.

I can't continue my studies. Noor started to dislike the smell of medicine in the house. That's why she left everything and shifted to a hostel, increasing her expenses.

A few months later, both mom and dad had passed away. The relatives had already moved away, so no one wanted to take responsibility for the two young girls.

Since then I have done various jobs. After graduating from a private school, I was able to get a good job here which I could not afford to lose.

After placing the phone back on the cradle, I gave up on dinner plans. In this situation, I can't eat anything. I was about to turn away when the phone rang again.

"Hello." I picked up the phone.

"Miss Jane." A heavy voice echoed. How could I forget this voice?

"Yes, Mr. Bruno! Is Eva okay?" I barely regained my senses.

"I am calling for another reason. I hope you will be free at this time?"

How could he be so ruthless as to call me at night and fire me from my job? Couldn't he have waited for the morning?

"Miss Jane. Are you here?" In silence, he asked in a loud voice.

It took me a moment to come out of my thoughts to say, "Yes, yes.".

"Tomorrow at one o'clock in the afternoon meet me in the office. Good night." He hung up the phone without hearing my answer. A moment later, I slammed the receiver on the cradle and made my way into the room.

After switching off the lights, I switched on the night light to sleep but both my heart and mind were occupied with the problem of finding another job.

How could I sleep peacefully?

Will he fire me tomorrow?

From where will I send the thousand dollars to Noor?

Will I have to rob a bank to survive until I find another job?

I was trying to sleep by changing my crotch, but both my heart and mind were busy with the problem of finding another job. I got tired, took out the pillow from under my head, put it on my face and tried to fall asleep.

I tried to remember the pleasant moments of my life and soon I had fallen asleep. In my sleep, I was tormented by insomnia. In the city streets, I saw myself looking for work.

"You are fired..." The voice made me restless in my dreams too.

Whatever it was, this night was one of my most miserable nights.