Ellery's POV
Turn my life to hell he did.
The next day, the day after that, and the day after that. It was just one thing after the other. He would make me do silly things just for the joy of it.
He would want an espresso and I would get it for him, but he would say that it tastes weird. So, I had to go get a different one to satisfy his needs.
When I print papers for him, I would have to print them again because apparently, they were crooked.
Giving me a hard time is probably one of his favorite pastimes these days. I don't even know how he has time to do this to me. But today was Friday, just a few more hours more and then I'll get the weekends off from this wretched place.
What could I do? He's my boss after all and I needed this job to take care of my sick mom.
My dad had suffered from the Ebola virus about one month after I got out of college five years ago. He was one of the scientists that went on a trip to Africa to do some research on the virus. However, he got contaminated with the virus during his research. My dad was quarantined from other people for a while, and he died about 2-3 weeks afterward. After about a year or so, my mom was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.
The bakery I used to work at closed down a few weeks ago because the owners couldn't afford the rent anymore. The rent kept on increasing, then they eventually realized that they weren't making a profit anymore. I miss working there. It can be tiresome sometimes working for long hours at the bakery, but I didn't mind. I enjoy working at the bakery since it was a relaxed environment and I got to do art designs on the cakes and other desserts. I had fun working there and I also missed the company of the owners. Mr. and Mrs. Roland were very nice and often gave me extra desserts to take home.
The phone rang twice before I got the chance to pick it up. "Yes, sir. What can I do for you, sir?" I said into the receiver when I realized it was Charles.
"What took you so long? Get me a lunch reservation at noon with Miss Adams. Call Miss Adams and tell her to meet me at her workplace door at 11:45 prompt. Then go to the flower shop and get me a bouquet of roses!" He yelled into the phone making me jump.
"Yes, sir," I said politely as I could, controlling my anger. "Sir."
"What?"
"Who's–never mind Sir. Is that all, Sir?"
"Yes. Now get back to work! I shouldn't have to tell you all these things!" He yelled once again. Yeesh. Does this guy fall out of bed on the wrong side every day?
If there is one thing I know from working with him for the past few days, is that to never question him and just do as you're told.
I looked up a directory with nearby restaurants and called a pricey restaurant. However, they said all the tables were booked since there were only 26 seats in the house. Knowing how much of dangerous waters I would be in, I knew it would be in my best interest to start dropping some names.
"Sir, we just need a table for two." I pleaded the man on the phone.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but we are at capacity."
Coming up with no headway, I slowly inserted his name as slyly as I could. "Charles Mercuer had suggested that I called this restaurant because of its high-quality food and service. However, I guess Mr. Mercuer had given me some misleading information."
"Did you say Charles Mercuer?"
"Indeed."
"It's all set. It looks like we have a free spot here. We will be expecting Mr. Mercuer at noon. Thank you, ma'am, goodbye now." The guy said and hung up.
The fact of having a name so powerful blows my mind. Now I needed to call Miss Adams. Whoever she was. I luckily found a binder in one of my desk drawers on my first day with all the phone numbers of people who I might need to call for Charles. It was probably left behind by the former secretary, Emily. I opened the binder and found a Miss Annalise Adams name on the first page. It looks like she was Charles' current girlfriend. I find the binder to be very descriptive and informative. It even says where she works and her allergies. Weird, but useful.
I made the call to Miss Adams and she sounded so nice and sweet. I wonder how she can put up with his arrogance and temperament. I quickly ran to the nearest florist and bought a heavy bouquet of roses. I made it back just in time as Charles was about to walk out the door of his office.
"I got the flowers and reservation sir," I said out of breath. "I also informed Miss Adams of the event."
He nods his head, looking quite amused and impressed at the same time.
"You are done for the day. You may leave." He said finally.
"Really, sir?" Trying my best to control my excitement.
He nodded.
I turned around and went to collect my stuff before he could change his mind. He may not be that nice, but he can be somewhat considerate.