Monday morning,
I came to the office as early 8.30 am, waiting across at one of the food stalls. I did having a small breakfast because to my nervousness.
After I replied the text came on last Sunday, I did realised it came from the disqualified almost to be interviewed company.
Wow, I'm totally shocked and disbelief on what was going on. Seriously?
Under what situation it happened? How on Earth I can get through this and got the job but unfortunately, I didn't request for the consultant.
Think again, consulting of what, exactly?
I accepted it and now...here I am...just finished with my warm Milo and a piece white loaf. I can't take it anymore and if I did I might getting pass out like previous time.
Sitting there looking at the busy Monday morning, I did realised how the day evolved without getting tired of staring into everything.
To be honest, this is my first time be having a professional job instead of jewelry and weaponry maker and crafter. I didn't got bored to my job as a crafter but suddenly I had to change into something.
Still couldn't figuring out why or what or whatever, I just did it and both my parents agreed with my situation.
Mama said that I've got unsettled business. Due to that my body slowly trying to get the business done. The problem is I don't know what kind of unfinished business it is.
Just let your mind and soul guide you and trust me... everything will be alright. That was what mama said to me privately this early morning.
While papa, entered the room hugged and patted my back didn't say a word. I knew he got so much to say but he chose to stay silent until the right time to let it out or more, to let me know how was he thought about.
Stay strong Sammy! Let them both guide you to the right path.
I nodded sighing and walked out from the stall.
8.55 am.
I stand straight at the front desk with unreadable expression. Worried too much about any possibilities.
"Good morning, Miss Sameera. The boss already waiting for you at his room..." the receptionist say it politely gestured me to walked to the lift.
"Which room?"
"You'll know..." she says quizzically to me.
She pushed the up button and leave me there.
Wait, since when he's at the office? I've been waiting across the building didn't realised any luxury car strode into the building parking lot.
Yeah. You were busy staring at people and you didn't pay any attention to the building, silly!
Ding!
The door opened and everybody waiting along with me enter the lift and each pressing their own respective floor buttons.
I'm the last one after one by one the workers took off to their work station. Luckily, there was someone that I didn't catched her name earlier help me to the boss floor.
Finally, the door opened and I walked away to the hallway.
Ohh... wasn't it the same floor during the interview, previously?
Where are the boss's room?
I walked again searching for the room and there it is.
Erk! It's the same door...
I knocked on the door and heard someone say to enter. Didn't realised that I'd be watching by many eyes at all.
Entering the room, I could felt cold instantly. What is happening?
"We meet again, Miss Sameera or should I call you Miss Mason?"
My mouth dropped to the floor looking at the man in front of me on his chair. So handsome!
The most things that I noticed immediately on his face was the scar across his face. Like a gangster yet ultimately gorgeous male specimen on earth!
Ohh...shit! Don't ruining my Monday morning. Its my first day on my first changing job. Change from typhoon to the calm breeze. Wasn't it too drastic?
"Errm...yes sir. We did meet again." I looked at the scar not his eyes!
"Indeed we are, Miss Mason." he smiled but proposed to the some evil manner. Flatting my face I just ignored his evil facial.
"Just call me Adeena." promised to change my name as well.
"Without miss at front..." quickly I said it brushed away the hair. I did tied into a ponytail but the shorter hairs would like to kiss my cheeks, miss the softness of them...I bet! Lol!
I looked everywhere but his eyes because still couldn't calm the typhoon within myself. Worried if I could 'attack' him. Haiya, too much emotion swirling inside! I got confused with my own self!...the heck!
Gulping down I still standing waiting for any introduction.
To surprise, he chuckled slowly. The nervousness I felt before disappeared.
Puff! Gone!
"Alright Adeena. Follow me!"
He already at the door. When? When he...did he just flying like a legless ghost? Heh, since when ghost have legs? Did they just flying around? Much faster than walking! Duh! 👻👻👻
Waiting for my next moves, he stayed at opened door for me. Quickly I, walking-running to him.
I have been introduced to everyone by himself. I never knew a boss personally do that or am I live by my own shell didn't care about the world?
"This will be your working benches."
Once again, my mouth dropped to the floor didn't believed with my own eyes on how the benches look like.
What a very welcoming Monday morning of my entire life. I blinked repeatedly strayed my eyes to every nook and cranny of that!
It will took me a whole week just to clean up the mess and took me my entire life just to organise them as well as to consult with them, the documents.
Oh my! What a Monday day!
"I'll give you your time to adjust to this stuff..." his hand fly everywhere indicates the horrible situation.
"When you done I will let someone help with the consultancy...I mean...you have to work alone for all this. Everybody busy to do their jobs. Have a great day, Adeena..."
Great day my a**!
He's gone back to his office leaving me with the mess. How unorganised these people are!
I don't know exactly how to react. Should I cry first? Or laughed at this first? Or I could do both crying until I laughed to myself, then??
Its a bully right? But why? I don't know this boss person. Heck! I didn't even asked him why did he hired me instead of to be the cleaner for this mess.
Sighing hunched my shoulder, I frowned didn't know where to start first?
To the right?
To the left?
On the table? The floor?
The boxes first?
Why did I wore this skirt for this job? 😭😭😭
I promised, from now on I will wear a pants instead of skirt or anything similar to it. I promised!
'Scrumptiously', I put down my sling bag, folded the sleeves until my elbow and rolled my hair into a bun, I nodded with new found strength, I started from where I stand.
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Let me see how's she works to handle it.
I keep on ogling at her, glancing on how her reaction through my glass wall covered with the white curtains.
This only her first task and maybe next will be in the storage room...I smiled wickedly to myself.
Even with the mess, she still look beautiful in her tall self. When I stand closed to her in her heels, she just about to be at my ears level. Enough for my 6'8" tallness.
Got so many things on my table but my attention only for her. I don't know how did she managed to settled half of the mess into one neatly corner before lunch.
She's good so far.
She left as soon the clock strike 1 pm sharply. I did followed her and shocked to see her walked into the food stalls across the street.
She ate her lunch in large portion of white rice with mix dishes, hungryly. Didn't care on the stares.
Hmm... different from the rest woman I know including the staff. They preferred to eat some healthy food in our canteen first floor.
Or maybe she doesn't know that we have a canteen inside?
I should let her know about this.
Just finished the lunch, she walked back to the office and gone from my sight. Where'd she gone?
Ohh...she came out with shining aura from the loo, I guess but we did provide the Muslim praying room here for the conveniences to others.
Did she?
I don't know!
***
All day long, she keep on her duty. I know she tired but still don't do anything. And finally, she finished the job with drenched working dress on her body. Got dirty all over her exposed cream skin. Dust everything away. She just like our cleaner and her bun no longer a bun.
Her forehead drenched in her sweats. Wow, how much she wanted to settle it just in a day.
O-oo...her white dress starting to be a see through shirt. I could see her bra line under the thin singlet she wore.
Sexy and just like that the junior started to show some reaction.
What the hell?
Not you see her without a cloth yet, you just turned on! What if she's naked?
Gosh! It's getting harder!
I ran to the loo trying to let my mind slipped through the thought, away from her imaginary body.
No...
Shit!