Secretary and CEO

know the truth. There was no running or lying now, because I had screwed up big time. When my eyes met his my old boss, I froze and thought I would die from the lump that had lodged in my throat. Edward was tense, I could see his jaw clenched and from the judgmental and cruel way he looked at me, I was now certain that he would kill me . - Mom - Jhony stretched out his little arms, noticing my presence. - Emma - my name came out of Edward's mouth with a certain pleasure. - Did you lose something? - His voice sounded, full of sarcasm and hate.

My mother once told me never to play with a man's ego, or I would see the face of a monster. Well, I think I'm seeing one now and I'm in deep trouble. CHAPTER 1 3 Years Earlier I hate my boss, I hate him. my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss... The sheet was crumpled by the force with I was squeezing the pen and was surprised when it ripped, forming a hole in the middle. I didn't usually get this violent, only when I was stressed, like now. The elevator doors opened and the reason for my hatred appeared with a crooked tie and first buttons of the open shirt. Edward. And no, he wasn't Edward Cullen, it would all be easier if he were. I would be more than happy to share my workplace with a handsome, wise vampire, not a bossy jerk who only cares about looking down on his employees and having a good time. I'm not going to wonder why he doesn't comb his hair. , because he already knew and it wasn't important either, because Edward did his own thing and no one complained. He still looked "splendid" anyway. As usual, Edward woke up hungover from a night out and realized he was late, so He only had time to throw out the poor woman who had the misfortune of spending the night with him and pretending to be a decent businessman, coming to work at ten o'clock in the morning. Everything was going on normally in his rich little world. I closed the diary where I had scribbled all my I hate him because it was the only way I could stay sane in this damn company and not say what I think out loud. This job still pays my bills and it's the only chance I have of getting my book published. someday. I got up with the contracts that the damned man needed to sign and followed him to his office, being successfully ignored. The ordinary man didn't even have the good will to say good morning to me. It must be sad to be a bitter person. - Sir Miller, you need to-" "Bring me my coffee, Elisa," he ordered grumpily. I turned around, walking over to the coffee machine, praying to God to give me the strength to survive another day. The bastard was deliberately spelling my name wrong. or had some kind of amnesia, which drove me crazy because every name that started with "E" came out of his mouth except mine. "You need to sign this right now, for God's sake! The client can't wait any longer." - he said as I hurried into his office with the coffee. He was already sitting behind his clean and organized desk, thanks to me, because if it weren't for me, this place would be a pigsty. And of course we have a competent cleaning team, but I don't like mess, nor burdening others. Yes, I'm the kind of person who cleans the house the day before the cleaning lady comes. I may be a little OCD about cleaning, but I'm a balanced person. - Later, Emily. I have a terrible headache - Edward he complained. Why would that be? - And Emma - I corrected. - And you've been putting this off for a week now - I left the papers and the cup of coffee on his desk, along with some headache medicine. If Edward is in pain in my head, I will soon have it too, because he becomes unbearable and thinks I am some kind of maid or slave, but I believe he does not know that slavery has been abolished. - When did we change "sir" to "you"? - He asked, looking fixedly to my mouth. I looked at him confused and probably without hiding my expression of displeasure. I was at my limit today. - What? - Sir, it sounds more beautiful in your mouth. Son of a bitch, vulgar! No one with a vagina escaped his cheap pick-up lines, not even the female employees. I'm the only assistant to last more than two years at this company. The gossip that goes around the halls is betting on when I'll open my legs for Edward, because no one is immune to him. I took pleasure in making each of them pay with their tongues for each day I survived this hell, and I would never, ever let this man touch me. And if something like that ever happens, I could be taken to the mental hospital, because I will certainly not be in my right mind anymore. "Mr. Miller, please sign the papers." I sighed, feeling too tired. But he probably wouldn't mind, because Edward only cares about provoking every living thing on the planet, with me being the unlucky number one on your list. - What is the book about? - He asked, looking at the papers on his desk with disinterest. I was afraid that the company would go bankrupt. We were already losing a lot of customers and receiving complaints about the lack of sales. Edward didn't seem to care about that. A bottle of whiskey in his hand and a woman sitting on his lap was enough to make him happy. "I'm not going to publish it." "Of course you will, the author has already signed his part of the contract." I forced a smile, speaking through clenched teeth. . - When did I agree to publish this crap? I took a deep breath, telling myself that this damn hangover would pass and he would be less hateful. - Last week, on a Saturday night, when we stayed up late working to make up for the week you were gone. travel to Dubai - I tried to remind him. Actually, I was working, and he was drinking and badmouthing his father, because Edward was a gossipy, unloved drunk. He drank to fill the void in his chest because he was rich and too spoiled. And the

through the papers and signing the spaces that were waiting for his name. - I work on my book, the one I mentioned once, about fantasy - I hinted, excited that he had brought up the subject. - Do you have a boyfriend? - He ignored my answer. I twisted my lips, giving a small smile that was surely sinister. What the hell did Edward want? "A few dates. Actually, a few dates and all of them horrible, to tell the truth. It's hard to find a man who finds his clitoris nowadays is even harder to find a man who wants commitment. - Fixed? - He continued with the strange questions.

"That's none of your business," I snapped, and Edward looked up from his papers at me, as if he couldn't believe I'd just been rude. "I mean, why are we talking about my love life?" "I had an annoying conversation with my father earlier today," he said thoughtfully. He used to vent when he was drunk or tired. Edward was a very talkative drunk and told me everything about his life, it was in one of these conversations that he told me that his father he demanded a lot, and that being the older brother was very tiring. Sometimes, I thought he just needed a psychologist right away. Poor rich boy who has everything he wants, whenever he wants. While he suffered with his luxuries, I was raised in a tiny house with three annoying brothers, and I was lucky to be able to move out at eighteen and do my best to have food in my fridge every month. I was proud of the woman I had become. But I will only be complete when manage to launch my book. I fell in love with reading when I was a child and getting a job at one of the biggest publishers in the country was the result of a lot of effort. I never accept losing, I always demand a lot from myself and I will go to the end to get what I want. - He pretty much called me useless and said he wouldn't take me seriously until I could only be with one woman. That's weird, because I don't remember having a girlfriend since I was a teenager, and I think my record time was two weeks - My boss kept talking, and I found it amazing how everything that came out of his mouth was shit. "Maybe you just didn't find your thing," I said amiably, remembering one of my favorite movies. But that was just for fun. make him feel better. A man like him doesn't find love, he'll just go around every bed in town until he dies. Not that Edward would mind, after all, that's what he likes. - What's up? ? - He asked, looking interested. I blinked, wondering if he was serious, but Edward didn't seem to know. "Really? Haven't you ever seen Hotel Transylvania?" "Should I?" he asked disinterestedly. "It's one of the best animated films ever made." Edward shook his head. head, looking disgusted. "I'm talking about my love life and you're comparing it to a children's movie?" "That's real," I sighed. "But what's that?" he asked impatiently. "You'll only understand when you meet the person." right. Because the tchan is for real. My boss nodded, becoming thoughtful. I was afraid of when he started to think too much. - Have you found your tchan yet, Evy? No, because women like me would never have love at first sight , or something like that. Firstly, because I'm always in a hurry and I don't usually look strangers in the eye. And then, because my work and career are more important and maybe I don't believe in love anymore. When I was a teenager, I found myself falling in love with the romance novels I read and imagined experiencing something similar. I started waiting for my prince, but time passed and he never came. Then, adulthood knocked on the door and I stopped dreaming. My mother used to say that dreams are for bedtime. "I don't have time. If you're done signing the papers, I need to go." I quickly gathered up the papers and he just watched me walk away. "Order some Japanese food for dinner." lunch - I heard her smug voice, before closing the door behind me. I took a few deep breaths, thinking about going back to therapy. My last psychologist advised me to change jobs and I never went back because she was crazy. . Only a madman thinks of giving up on his dreams when he is about to achieve them. I know that Edward will give me a chance one day and that my book will be in the best shop windows in the country. This isn't a dream, it's a goal and I'm going to achieve it. "Is he hungover again?" Amber placed her tray on my table, sitting across from me. I usually liked to eat alone, because my lunch break was the only time I had any peace. Amber works in finance. We ended up meeting a few times in the company cafeteria and realized we had a lot in common. Especially the hatred for Edward Miller. We spent the entire lunch hour badmouthing him, and when we got tired, the next topic of discussion was his oppressive supervisor. "What do you think? He's always hungover," I snorted. "You have bags under your eyes." The result of some sleepless nights, finishing writing my book. - I whispered the last part. Amber celebrated, patting my hand. - Are you going to show him? - She asked excitedly. And therein lay the main problem. - I've mentioned it a few times, but he didn't give it any attention. Well, one day my chance will come. - You're scared - he looked at me with pity. I was nervous. I wasn't prepared. to hear Edward snub my work and say that I was born to be just his assistant. - I'm not. - It seems that you are. - I just don't want to have to hear from his mouth that my book is shit, like I've heard him say before. of others. - Is your book shit? - No. - Exactly. Edward Miller is the shit of history - he whispered smiling and I nodded. - Shit is an understatement to define that idiot man - I twirled my fork in my pasta and Suddenly, Amber wasn't smiling anymore. Instead, she was staring with her wide, frightened brown eyes at something behind me. I felt chills all over my body as the scent of familiar perfume reached my nostrils. - Interesting - I heard the annoying voice behind me, the voice that bothered me every day and the biggest reason for my anger. I choked. I felt like I was going to die. It was impossible for Edward to be here, he didn't step foot in this cafeteria and I remember I was so glad I left him in his room with his Japanese food. Suddenly the whole cafeteria was looking at us, and Amber looked like she wanted to cry and run at the same time. My hunger had actually passed. , there was a lump stuck in my throat, preventing me from breathing. I turned around slowly, finding my jerk of a boss standing there with his hands in his pockets and a serious expression on his face. I thought

just threw everything in the trash with enviable ease. I screwed up. - Eleanor. In my office, now - Edward ordered in his arrogant tone and turned his back on me. I looked at Amber and she was staring at me with fear and pity, whispering "good luck" and then complaining about the jerk getting my name wrong on purpose. I made a sign of my own throat slitting and stood up, ignoring the looks and whispers in my direction. It would be the last time that would happen, since my stay here was over. CHAPTER 2 "I thought we had a connection, Eloise," Edward sighed, not taking his eyes off his window.

"But there you are." , talking bad about me behind my back. Do you really think I'm a piece of shit? He had been standing in front of the large window since I entered the room five minutes ago. I wonder what he was staring at and thinking about, if anything. - I'm sorry, Mr. Nathan - my voice sounded a bit sarcastic. It was my last day here, and I was tired of putting up with so much disrespect. Edward will get the worst of me and then beg me to come back because he will never find an assistant like me. "What did you call me?" He finally looked at me and his brow furrowed. Now he will finally understand how I feel. . - Isn't that your name? - I challenged him with my gaze, being somewhat mocking. The jerk was now staring at me fixedly in a game of who could stand to be provoked the most. Edward could be intimidating, but so was I when I was irritated. His light green eyes sometimes turned dark. That change in color happened mainly when he was angry. I can't deny that it was interesting. He looked away first and started to pace around the room. I internally celebrated for having won the staring game. , because I needed to feel superior in something. - Do you have a problem with me, assistant? This is the time to tell me what's bothering you. Being called an assistant was worse than the names he invented for me. I bit my lip, staring at my nude nails, wondering if it was worth stressing about. I had nothing left to lose, because I had already lost everything. "Okay, since you're going to fire me. I'll just vent." I lifted my chin. , looking at him seriously. "Go on." Edward waved his hand as if he didn't care. "You're either pretending you don't know my name or you're deliberately getting it wrong, just to irritate and humiliate me." He made an almost offended, as if I were saying something absurd. "Am I obliged to know the names of all the employees of this company now?" I started laughing mockingly, not believing I was hearing that. Poor will be the woman who marries this man. Everyone the days will have a different name. - I've been your assistant for two years! I do everything for you and I'm by your side almost twenty-four hours a day. It's not that hard to remember four letters. - You're right, I don't want you to get mad - he said softly, thinking about it. I crossed my arms, refusing to believe that he was agreeing with me. Edward was just playing with my psychology and nothing more. Spoiled men like him should be extinct from the planet, especially when they drove good women like me crazy. - Too late. - You must be going through some crisis at home, but you can't take it out on me. - The only crisis I go through is here and guess what? ? You are the reason for my insomnia. - Honey, I give women that feeling, but if it is affecting your performance at work, I can give you a break. If you think you are falling in love with me, we we can switch you to another department," he smiled cynically, casting that coffee-colored gaze over my body. "Or maybe I can make your dreams come true." My dream, in reality, would be to throw you off this building. What did he think? That I dreamed about him fucking me on the table, like in those depraved books I had on my Kindle? That would be vulgar, of course not. I have professionalism. - Mr. Miller, forgive me, but go fuck yourself - I grunted, completely out of it. of me, but I soon widened my eyes in regret. - That's not what I meant, please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I hurried over as he sat at his desk, in a calmness that was getting on my nerves. . There was something wrong with him today. Edward would never accept me talking to him like that. "Oh, you did." There was sarcasm in his voice. "No." "Come on, Ellen, get your feelings out for me." - Emma, ​​my name is Emma! Why do you do this? Why do you like to irritate me so much? And what the hell did I do to you? - I started pacing around the room, throwing my hands up and talking too loudly. - It's Wanting to tell me that you can't stand me, is that it? "And can anyone stand you?" I let out a wry laugh and saw the corner of his mouth curl up slightly. There was something wrong with the way Edward was looking at me now. It was a kind of amusement, not anger. He should be angry. , why do you look like you're trying to laugh? - You know, Miss Foster, I could send you away after all that insulting. What the hell was going on here? He knows my last name, but refuses to tell me my first name? What does he mean by could? There's no such possibility, because I'm being a bitch to him right now. "Could? You need to fire me, I said all those things, because I'm going to get fired," I snapped, pointing my finger at him. man. - I'm sorry, but that won't be possible - the bastard replied calmly. I felt like an idiot, starting to laugh nervously. There's no way I'm going through that shit. - What does that mean, Edward? Are you kidding? with my face? And of course it is. Don't you ever get tired of driving me crazy? - I'm happy to drive you crazy, but I think we can come to an arrangement that will please us both. Nothing about him pleases me, but this made me curious. - What kind of deal? - I asked suspiciously. - One where you keep your job, and I get a fake girlfriend. We went back to the staring game and he seemed quite convinced of what he said. Today had been strange since I woke up. I should have looked my horoscope before leaving the house. - I'm going to get my things. You urgently need to see a psychiatrist - I turned my back on him, walking towards the door. I needed a break or this man would drive me crazy like him . I was even hearing things. Fake girlfriend, that's all the nonsense we have to hear. - Wait, Emma! I stopped, because for the first time in my life, he got my name right. I stared at him in mortification, certain that this man has gone completely mad. - You knew my name the whole time, you bastard? - I grunted, upset. - Why are you cursing at me? Have you lost your mind? - Edward frowned, indignant. I started to laugh, finding that shitty situation funny. - I lost it a long time ago, but not like you. - Sit down, I'll explain our deal to you - he ignored my outburst, or pretended to ignore it. - There's no deal, you're crazy. - I need a girlfriend . - That's not my pro