Millionaire's Hot Secretary

IMOGEN MARK

"Ouch," I whined, rubbing the bump on my forehead. "Nikita," I called my best friend who was sprawled carelessly on the bed.

Nikita Bend obviously heard me but chose to ignore me; she winced and turned around, covering her ears with a pillow.

"Nikita!" I snapped, wearing a frown.

She groaned, muttering cuss words to herself before she succumbed to roll over again and sat up straight, pulling her knees to her chest. "What the heck is your problem?" She frowned, raised her arms above her head to stretch, yawning loudly.

"Is the bump on my head so noticable?" I asked, rubbing the bump gently.

She stopped yawning, fluttered her sleepy eyelashes for a while then stared at my forehead. She didn't say anything. After a few seconds, she burst into laughter, holding her stomach for support.

"Jeez, Imogen. How the hell did it get so big?" She laughed boisterously.

"Really? Is it that big?" My eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"Oh, you bet your ass it is." she continued to laugh.

A frown appeared on my face. "You're so dumb. Can't you say it in a nice way without laughing like a moron?" I hissed, turned around and headed to the vanity mirror to scrutinize the bump. "Ow, this is so bad. How do I go to work with this?" I whimpered.

"What? You can hide it with your hair." She said.

I pivoted so she could notice my glare. "Would that work?"

"Well... duh!" She shrugged, rolling out of the bed and slid her feet into a pair of bunny slippers by the edge of the bed.

I twirled back to the mirror. In the best way I could, my hair brush assisted me in hiding the red bump with my shoulder-length blonde hair.

"Nikita?" I called again, whirled around to face her.

She had taken off her nightgown, ready to go to the bathroom. "Is it better now?" I questioned hopefully.

She peered at my forehead once more. "I guess so." She shrugged.

"Grrrr, you're no good." I groaned.

"I know." She giggled. "Are you seriously going to the office wearing that?" She pointed her index finger from my head to toe.

"What's wrong with my dress?" I raised an eyebrow.

"It's too... revealing." She squared her shoulders. "It's only a few inches below your butt and shows an indecent amount of your cleavage."

"Duh! Kade Ricardo doesn't have a problem with it so whatever." I rolled my eyes, picked my bag from the vanity chair. "I've gotta go now, bye."

"Yeah, he's dumb. Bye." She waved.

I held the doorknob, ready to leave but she stopped me by speaking, "you're going with Lila, right?"

"Sure, do you need something?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

"No," she shook her head negatively but I could sense that something was fishy.

I squinted my eyes at her but brushed it off my mind, opened the door and left the bedroom. I hurried to the kitchen, packaged the remnant of last night's cookies into my bag then left the house.

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Lila Austin, my second best friend, and I arrived at 'RICARDO International' where I worked as the Billionaire, Kade Ricardo's secretary. It was the best thing of my life to be so fortunate to be his secretary.

"Thanks for covering up for me yesterday," Lila reiterated when we got into the company.

"Silly, it's okay. What are best friends for?" I nudged her shoulder gently. "You've done a lot to cover up for me as well."

"Sure." She smiled. "How's Nikita now, you said she's sick?"

I chuckled. "That was two weeks ago."

"Oh..." she muttered.

We wrote our names in the attendance book then got into the elevator. Just when the elevator doors were about to close, someone stopped them and- Jovi Brett, Kade's friend, walked into it, permitting the doors to close so it could transport us to the 65th floor.

Jovi scanned me from head to toe with total irritation. What was her problem? "Slut." She muttered but my ears were sharp enough to pick it. What the heck?!

I scoffed, ignored her in order to avoid creating a ruckus. As it seemed, she was probably Kade's girlfriend and I couldn't risk picking a fight with her and losing my job.

Lila held my hand and shook her head. "It's okay, ignore it." She heard too?! I simply nodded in response.

After we waited in total silence, the elevator doors dinged then separated. I was the first to step out of it with Lila behind me.

"I'll see you at lunch." She smiled, took out the key to her office, from her bag, inserting it into the right hole.

"Yeah, sure." I forced a smile at her. I was still so furious from hearing Jovi's word. Was she insane? Just because I dressed like- well, not so decent to work, didn't make me deserve to be called a slut.

"Hey!" Jovi's voice caused me to automatically stop walking. "Let Kade know I'm around and will be with him shortly." She said.

I didn't bother to look at her, neither did I say a word. I only nodded and continued waking.

I reached my office which was literally in Kade's office but separated by a wall and door.

I exhaled deeply, gave a slight knock on the door. I could've entered into it since I had the right to but I had to be careful.

"Come in," Kade's thick voice vibrated through the air from inside.

I pushed the door open and shoved myself into the office. Kade was comfortably seated on his chair behind the huge mahogany table with his laptop, mug of coffee, flower vase, and other files on it. He had his eyes fixed on the laptop in front of him.

"Good morning, sir." I greeted with a polite bow of my head, resuming walking to my office. I remembered Jovi's words. I could easily not tell him but what good was it going to be.

I pivoted. "Kade," I called. Still, he didn't raise his head from the screen. What was his deal this morning? He had never been this ignoring. "Jovi said to tell you she's around and would be with you shortly."

"Jovi's here?" He snapped his head in my direction. Dummy!

"Yes." I nodded.

I was about to take my leave but he stopped me by calling, "Imogen,"

I narrowed my eyes unintentionally. "Yes?" I responded before quickly adding, "Sir?"

"Come over." He wiggled his fingers, indicating that I walked to him.

Muttering cuss words internally, I ambled to him, my heels sound filled the room as I walked. All I wanted was to sit comfortably in my office chair and do fun things before I started the day's work.

"Why are you late today? Again." He questioned, sitting up straight.

Was that seriously what he had to say? "I'm sorry." That's what I said most of the time when he asked me the same question.

"Okay. Let me get to my main point." He exhaled, rubbing his palms together. His eyes scanned the table like they were searching for something.

"Main point?" For some reason, I felt nervous at that.

He picked up a file then opened it. He glanced through it shortly, raised his head from it, "you're fired!"

"Fired!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Kade, you can't fire me!" My eyes instantly became tear-filled. This job was all I had to sustain myself. "Wh-why- what did I do?!" My bag fell from my hand.

"No, you didn't do anything." He shrugged, glanced at the file once more.

My head moved around in confusion. My hands were vibrating as I tried to think of what could possibly be the reason for it. "Why then are you firing me?" Tears streamed down my face, obviously ruining my makeup but I cared less about that.

"See..." he trailed, scratching the back of his neck. "You definitely didn't do anything wrong. Jovi, my girlfriend, is facing some financial crisis with her family and she wouldn't accept money from me directly so I'm making her my new secretary because she's fit for the job." He grinned. I swear I felt like scraping that stupid grin off with a butter knife.

A frown appeared on my face. "That doesn't make so much sense to me."

He frowned too. "What? I get to decide, not you."

My sense jerked back to life. Without thinking twice, I dropped to my knees, joined my palms together. "Please I beg of you, Kade- Mr Ricardo." I called him formally for probably the first time in forever. "You can give Jovi some other job like your Personal Assistance or girlfriend representative." I didn't even know what the hell I was saying.

"What the hell are you doing? Get up." He ordered.

To make things more dramatic, I bowed my head and wailed, shaking my head negatively. "No! I won't. Please, this job is all I have for now to sustain myself."

"Why are you being so dramatic about th-" he paused. "Wait, did I say I'm firing you?"

I slowly raised my head up, confused. "Yes?"

"Oh." He chuckled. "I'm not firing you, I meant I'm TRANSFERRING you. My best friend, Hames Hendrix is in need of a new secretary and wants you so I'm transferring you to him."

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"Transferring me? That's... I..." I was totally lost of words to say.

"Now stand," he smiled.

In an instant, I rose to my feet, picked my bag from the floor. "You mean Hames Hendrix, CEO of 'HamIX International'?" My eyebrows furrowed unintentionally.

"Yes," he nodded, narrowed his eyes at me. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"Yes!" I didn't mean to snap at him but I did. "He's been here a couple of times and I swear he doesn't seem like a nice person at all. He's always so arrogant, rude and-" I was cut off.

"It's okay. You'll have to adapt to him." He shrugged, opened the drawer of his table and took out a brown envelope from it and a piece of paper. "Here," he held the paper to me.

I raised an eyebrow at him, expecting him to be more descriptive about this.

"It's your Transfer letter." He grinned once more.

Reluctantly, I took the paper from him, slowly reading its heading. "REQUEST FOR TRANSFER. Hi, I'd love to request for Imogen Mark to be transferred-" he interrupted me once again, by holding the paper.

"Oh, that's the wrong one." He gently pulled it out of my grip, rummaged his drawer again, took out a new form or whatever it was I guessed was the original transfer letter. "Here, have it."

I took it from him, glanced through the words printed on it. "... I hereby transfer Imogen Mark, my secretary, to work in 'HamIX International', as Hames Hendrix's Secretary..." reading his name sent a block of ice to freeze my brain, reminding me of the fact that I was literally being transferred to a devil-looking man!

"Kade, please don't transfer me to him. Please, anywhere but there." I pleaded, dropping the letter on his table.

His smile disappeared. "Imogen, it's either this or you're fired." He didn't yell but his tone possessed authority and every bit of seriousness which caused me to gulp in fear.

My brain jerked back to reality. Who the hell was I to argue over this? It wasn't like I was being demoted. Hames was a well-known Multi Millionaire so of course, I was going to learn new things.

"I'm sorry." I sheepishly apologized.

He slid the piece of paper into the envelope, pinned it with a stapler then raised it to me.

I accepted the envelope with a forced smile. "Thank you," was all I could think of saying.

"It's okay." His heavenly smile returned. "You should resume tomorrow. Hames is surely a busy man so he wouldn't accept a day or two break."

"Okay." I nodded. "Thank you so much for everything you've done, I'll forever be grateful for your kindness." I appreciated him genuinely. "You're the best boss one can ever have, thank you."

"Aw, no problem. You've been a really good secretary. Hames will surely love working with you as much as I did."

We stared at each other in silence for a while, not saying a word. It was pretty awkward but it seemed normal at the moment. I was starting to feel weird. I had worked with Kade for over 2 years now so it felt like a really big part of me was changing.

There was a loud knock on the door which caused both of us to flinch and turn our heads to the door.

"Uh... come in?" Kade permitted unsurely.

The door knob twisted and it was pushed inwards, revealing Jovi's figure. She fixed her gaze on me irritatedly before strolling in. "Kade, we need to talk." She stood in akimbo, casting a dangerous glare at me once more.

"Talk?" Kade drew his eyebrows in confusion.

"Yes," she tapped her foot against the floor.

"I guess I'll pack my things and leave now." I felt the need to get out of Jovi's presence. She seemed like she could murder me if I stayed any longer. What was her problem with me? Did I pose a threat to her?

"There's no need for that. I'll ask someone to send all your things to 'HamIX International'. You can leave now." He said in the sweetest tone I had ever heard. It made Jovi roll her eyes.

"Okay," I bowed politely, grasped my bag's handles tighter then took my leave.

Jeez! Was this really going to be the last time I'd be here as Kade's secretary? Man, I wondered what was the next phase.

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"I'm going to see a friend, okay?" Nikita said, putting her car to a stop in front of 'HamIX International'.

"Okay, no problem." I chuckled, opened the car door and stepped out of it. "How do I look now?" I twirled for her.

She went poker-faced. "You look like you're heading to a club to make out with 60 men."

"Nikita!" I snapped, laughing. Though she sounded so serious, it was funny to me.

"What? I'm not kidding. You always want the world to know that you're blessed with such nice curves, by showing way too much off?" She rolled her eyes playfully.

"Whatever! Get outta here now." I wiggled my eyebrows at her, slammed the door really loud.

"Catch up with you later." She said and I waved my hand in response.

I watched as she swerved the car, zoomed out of sight.

With a smile still on my lips, I walked into the company. Jeez! This was fucking bigger than 'RICARDO International'! How the heck was I going to find my way in here? The buildings seemed like they were way above the sky.

I gulped, opened my handbag to search for the transfer letter Kade had given me yesterday. It had the direction to my new office printed on it.

I found the envelope, tore it open and began to read through its content. "There," I pointed my index finger on the tabulated direction. I zipped my bag close then hung its handle over my shoulder.

I strode past the concrete floor which had neat elephant grasses beside it and served as a path to one of the buildings in this goddamn planet of a compound.

The automatic doors opened for me to walk in, showcasing the beautiful white-themed interior designs. "Wow!" I muttered. The tiles were so shiny, I could even see my reflection in them. The hall was damn quiet with only a few people walking around silently, unlike Kade's company where billions of people were always walking around like vagabonds.

"How may I help you?" I flinched as the sound of a deep feminine voice welcomed me.

I only noticed the presence of the petite brunette with beautiful hazel eyes behind the counter. She was obviously the receptionist.

"I'm Imogen Mark, the new secretary to Hames Hendrix." I introduced with a formal smile.

"Oh," she muttered, scanning me from head to toe. "You're the one? And you're just arriving?" She chuckled mockingly.

"Yes?" I frowned, slightly offended by her mocking comment though I didn't understand what she meant.

"Hang on." She arched her back to search for something behind the counter. She stood straight again then stretched her hand which now had an orange-colored card in it. "I'm Sarah Louis, the receptionist, patently. This is a direction card, you can use the first elevator by your right hand side."

"Thank you." I took the card from her and began to walk away whilst staring at it. "68th floor, got it. Door 68#f." I read it out. As directed by Sarah, I used the elevator by my right hand side, hit the 68th floor button.

It took a while before the elevator made a ding sound and the doors reopened. I walked out of it, stood straight then resumed walking in a sensible way. I found the door with label '68#f'. New office, here I come.

I gave a slight knock on the door, waited for a few seconds but there was no response. I went for another louder knock. Still, no response.

"Is no one in? Well... if that's so..." I twisted the door knob and pushed the door open, surprised that it wasn't locked.

"I didn't ask you to come in." I screamed in shock as Hames' thick voice barked at my entrance.

"Jesus!" I held my chest as it rose and fell rapidly. I felt my heart fall to my feet as an effect of his latration. I tried to walk further but lost my balance and almost fell. I was quick enough to grip onto a random stand to support myself from falling.

After panting for a while to catch my breath, with a frown on, I raised my head to stare at the Demon. He was seated on his mahogany table. His arms with strong biceps that hugged his white shirt firmly were folded across his chest and his legs were crossed in front of him. His black hair was neatly brushed to one side, his trimmed jawline was clenched really bad, his full lips were squeezed to emphasize his furious look, as well as the deep anger his dark brown eyes possessed.

I had to admit within myself that his look intimidated me like hell. He seemed like he was ready to pounce on me and suck my blood dry. Wait, he couldn't do that, he wasn't a vampire.

"I- I'm very sure I knocked on the door." I responded to his bark. He was inside the whole time but didn't respond to my knocking?

"So? Did I ask you to come in?" He didn't yell this time but the vibrating his husky voice possessed sent a snake of fear to flow through my spine.

"No, you didn't." I had fully regained myself and was able to advance towards him. I walked past the 5 black heavy sofas that formed a U-shape with a rectangular center table between them, in front of his office table and chair, and to him.

"I didn't, yet you walked in?" He said through gritted teeth.

"Well... yes. I knocked, there was no response so I opened the door because I thought you weren't in." I frowned harder, wondering what the hell his problem was.

"Don't ever walk into my- our office without me telling you to do so, okay?" His authoritative tone was starting to piss me off.

"But-"

He cut me off by slamming his hand on the table, causing me to flinch. "No 'buts'. Why are you late on your first day?" He questioned.

Oops, I was going to go with my escape from this question like I always did. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?!" He yelled again. "You're not in your right senses. How the hell are you late on your first day at work?!"

I widened my eyes. Whoa, this man wasn't going with the usual 'I'm sorry'?

He peered into my eyes and I immediately lowered my head. It felt like the right thing to do at the moment.

"What the heck are you wearing?" He said through gritted teeth.

I furrowed my eyebrows, stared down at my dress and returned my eyes to his. "A dress." I replied, making it seem like he had just asked the most stupid question ever.

"This is not what you wear to an office." He shoved his hands into his front pocket, standing up straight. Jeez... he was way taller than I had ever noticed.

"I wear clothes like these everyday and come at times like this to the office." I stated clearly.

He stared at me in astonishment. He definitely didn't expect me to reply. Why wouldn't I?

"I'll call someone who would teach you some manners and also teach you how to dress to an office." He clicked his tongue.

"Okay," I tried my best to sound polite but to no avail.

"Your first impression shows how silly and dumb you are." He hissed.

"Hames!" I snapped at him. "Why do you have a problem with me?"

"H–Hames?" He stared in wonder. "You're very dumb and rude." He pointed his index finger at me. "Call me formally. Is that how you refer to your boss?! It's rude." He snapped his fingers at me.

"Yes. Kade doesn't have a problem with it when I call him by his name." My frown intensified.

"I'm not Kade and I don't permit nonsense. I am your boss and you have to follow my rules, get it?" He barked at me. His eyes mirrored every form of venom, aggravation, and fire which was endlessly being fueled! Damn, was this the demon I was going to work for now?

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"Nikita, are you crazy?!" I snapped at her.

"What's your problem? I can't drive you to work everyday, I also have things to attend to with my personal life, now get out of my car." She unlocked the doors.

"Why'd you stop driving mid-way? HamIX International is still way far away from here." I grumbled.

"That isn't my problem, you know?" She smirked at me. "You can walk to the nearest bus stop which is twenty minutes away then go with a public bus."

"You know I don't like going with public buses." I folded my hands across my chest, squeezing my enormous breasts. "Where the hell are you even going?"

"If you don't like going with a public bus then buy yourself a fucking car!" She started with a low tone but yelled the last five words. "I'm going on a date."

"I don't have money for a car yet. Well... I need to save my money for other things." I frowned harder. "Can't you drive me there before you go to wherever the hell you want to go?"

She groaned, muttering cuss words to herself. "I have a date and can't bear to be late, Dash's a very busy man." She informed through gritted teeth.

"Arghhh..." I groaned. "I hate you!" I spat.

"Well, duh! I hate you too." She rolled her eyes. "Hop out of my car."

"I hate you more." Aggressively, I opened the door then got out of it. I didn't know when I stuck my tongue out at her. I was just too frustrated.

"Bye, sweetheart." She wiggled her fingers at me, sniggering. "I definitely notice the change in your dressing style since the last 1 week you've been working with him." She smirked then started the car.

"Knucklehead." I snorted. She burst into a spree of mocking laughter then zoomed off.

I gripped onto my bag really tight. I had been trying my best not to be late to work but Nikita had surely ruined it, now I was going to be damn late.

I waved my hand in the air, calling for a taxi but the dumb man ignored me. I huffed then resumed waving my hand for others.

After a few minutes of calling for taxis but to no avail, a call pulled right in front of me. It didn't seem anything like a taxi so it was probably an asshole trying to hit on me or a random person that pulled over.

I ignored the car and resumed searching for any random cab. The next bus stop was way too far for me to walk all the way down there. My extremely high stiletto heels weren't going to make my legs walk without spraining my ankles.

"Hey, babe." A thick masculine voice called for me through the opened window of the car.

I cast a sideways glance at the person but couldn't get any figure so I decided to totally ignore whoever it was.

"Hey, sugar. I'm talking to you, hot miss. Gosh, what a piece of hotness we have here." He said sultrily. I could tell he was licking his bottom lip through my sideways glance but I still ignored.

"C'mon babe, don't ignore me like this. Let me give you a ride, I can't bear to watch a sexy damsel like you standing here, waiting for a taxi that won't arrive anytime soon. You seem to be in a hurry, I'll drop you off." I still ignored him.

'I am not Kade and you have to follow my rules, get that?' Hames' voice rang into my head. Jeez Imogen, you are so stupid! Someone's offering you a free ride, yet you're ignoring him. Hames would kill you!

With a fake smile on, I averted my gaze to the man. Oh my gosh, what a handsome dude we've got here.

"Hi." I waved at him with a sheepish smile.

"Great, you finally answered me." He smiled at me. His bold blue eyes examined me like I was a piece of cake he could eat at once.

"Can you give me a ride to HamIX International?" I asked with a sweet grin.

"Why would I say no to a request from a queen like you, hop in." He winked.

"Why thank you." I giggled then turned around the car to get into the passenger seat. I locked the door after doing that then pulled my skirt downwards by the hem of it since it shifted up.

"I'm Tyler Jones, 26." He introduced himself then ignited the car engine back to life.

"I'm Imogen Mark, 25." I replied.

"Wow! Such a nice name you have. Your name is as beautiful as you are." He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"Thank you." I felt heat rise from my neck to my face, forming a blush.

"HamIX International." He nodded then started driving.

***

"This is my phone number, call me." Tyler winked, giving me a card.

"Sure, thank you." I slipped the card into my bag. "I really appreciate your help."

"Oh, I'm glad I was able to be of help to you." He winked again. It was probably a habit. "Bye."

"Bye." I waved at him, immediately turned around on my heels.

I was scuttling inside the building, for the first time ever, feeling very nervous for being late.

"Nothing will happen, nothing will happen." I uttered encouraging words to myself. I got into the building, walking really fast.

"Imogen, you're late today? Damn, you don't know who Hames is yet." Sarah's deep voice welcomed me.

Not even a 'Good morning'? I glared at her, wrote my name down in the attendance book as quick as I could and continued running. I sprinted to the elevator, hitting the buttons endlessly.

The elevator didn't respond on time, making me grow more impatient. With frustration, I kicked the side of the elevator.

"Imogen, be careful not to ruin the elevator." Sarah yelled, laughing at me mockingly.

I scoffed at her. The door finally opened then a few people walked out of it. I hastily rushed into it then the doors shut.

I hit the 68 button. It felt like a billion years before the doors re-opened on the 68th floor. I ran out of it. My stupid bag just had to fall from my hand due to my rushing so I bent to pick it as quick as I could. I hoped no Male was behind me, else he was getting a free view of my big round ass. I continued running to our office door. Like with Kade, my office was inside Hames' office and separated with glass walls and a door.

I took out my card from my bag then inserted it into the right hole, hit the buttons of the code for the door to open. I wondered why they changed the lock of the door. *For security purposes, dummy.*

Pushed the door open, I scurried into it. The door automatically closed, leaving me to stand before the Devil himself. "Good morning, sir."

He raised his head from his table with a blank expression. I stared at him for a while, expecting him to scold me. He didn't utter a word, leading me to a confused state.

I furrowed my eyebrows in perplexity. He just kept staring at me, scanning me from head to toe, taking sips of whatever was inside the mug in his hand, still not uttering a word.

Since he didn't say anything, I decided it was best to walk away so I started walking towards my office, feeling his gaze on me.

"Miss Mark, come here." His voice contained so much authority and it sent a shiver of fear to flow through me. I gulped, twirled to him with a nervous smile. As he had instructed, I walked to him. My legs didn't seem like they were balanced anymore as they moved in the wrong manner. It seemed like I had forgotten how to walk all of a sudden. His gaze fixed on me was both scary and annoying, I wondered what was in his head.

I stopped right in front of him, gripping onto the handles of my bag in front of me. "Yes, sir?"

He still didn't say a word for a few minutes before he finally spoke, "Sit there." He pointed to one of the chairs opposite to his, behind his table.

I did as I was told and sat there.

Once again, he said nothing for a few minutes, taking long sips of what I now identified as coffee in his mug. "You have a problem."

Jeez, that was so random but kinda expected. I opened my mouth to say something but I didn't know what to respond to that with.

"I said, you have a problem, a big one." He reiterated.

"I'm sorry." I lowered my head to avoid staring into his threatening light brown eyes.

"Don't say sorry!" He hollered, slapping his hand on the table. I flinched; I swear I thought life went out of me at the loudness of his voice.

"Oh... o–okay." I stuttered.

"You're late, again?" He didn't yell this time but his voice still possessed that scary tone.

"Traffic," was all I could utter.

"Really? Can't you wake up really early?" He took another sip of the remnant of the coffee, dropping the empty mug on his table.

"I did, but... tra- traffic." I heaved a sigh, raising my head to him. He had an unpredictable expression.

"You're my secretary, you don't seem to need your job. Are you a secret Billionaire or what?" He huffed.

"No." I said in more of a whisper.

"You ought to make my coffee but someone had to do it for me, I needed some files and needed to sort some things out but you weren't here so I had to do it 'myself'." He placed stress on 'myself'.

"I promise it won't happen again." I apologized.

"It mustn't, else you'll be punished gravely." The way he said that sounded like a threat.

"Yes, sir." I nodded.

"Good. Now, first off, you should cancel all my appointments for tomorrow." He started, pulling out a big file from his drawer then placed it in front of me, you should work on this, take notes of the words printed in red. You should also fix an appointment with Mr. Gravely for me." He took out another file and placed it on the last one. "Also, take notes of the words printed in yellow." He took out another file and dropped it on the last two. Damn! "You should print these out, okay?"

"Okay, got it." I nodded at him.

"Take these for now. When you're done with them, come back for more. Now get up and out of here, quickly." He ordered. I rose to my feet and picked the heavy files up. Jeez! I hated this stress. I never worked this hard at Kade's. It was kinda good, it made me more serious with my work.

"Firstly, return this mug." He pointed to the empty mug.

"Oh." I dropped the files then moved closer to him to pick the mug. I held the mug, ready to leave his presence.

"Wait!" He stopped me abruptly, and wiggled his fingers for me to move closer to him.

I moved closer to him. He indicated that I moved closer. I did that. Well... too close...

He shut his eyes then drew in my scent. "Hmm." He nodded. I wasn't certain but I think I saw him smile though it didn't last up to 2 seconds. "Risha's perfume, right?" He asked and I nodded at him in skepticism. "You have a nice choice of perfume unlike other things."

Was that supposed to be a compliment or an insult? "Thank you?" That came out as a question instead.

"Now leave, you're too close to me." He stated.

I moved away from him. I felt his eyes on me as I walked out of the office to return his mug. What a creepy person. Mr. Hendrix...

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