-=LAUREN=-
"Is something wrong with you? Are you drunk?!"
I take a step back, putting my hand to my stomach.
"Are you talking to me?"
I look around, wondering if there is someone else he could be talking to.
"You hit me. You. Hit. Me."
I storm to the back of the car to assess the damage. I see that my bumper is a bit scratched, but his Porsche is going to need some body work.
"I can't believe this. I can't flipping believe this! Now I'm going to be late because you were probably too busy on your phone texting to pay attention to the road."
I walk to my car, opening the door and leaning across the seat to grab my purse. Cars pass us slowly, everyone taking a look to see what's going on.
Looking at the clock on the dash, I see that I have to be at my new job in twenty minutes.
Grabbing my license, registration, and insurance ID card, I slam the door and walk over to see him leaning on the side of my car, watching me.
"I'm going to be late. Is there any way we can just exchange numbers and get all the information after?"
I ask, looking through the papers.
I hear him huff.
"You probably don't have insurance, which is why you want to call me later so you can get some while I drive around with a missing light."
He walks over to his car, leans down, and grabs his phone from the driver's seat.
I look at him.
"So, you weren't on the phone? Riiighhhhttt."
I say, glaring at him.
"I don't have all day. Some of us have actual work to do. What do you want from me?"
His tone is snarky.
"Actually, I don't want anything from you. My car has a scratch, yours is the one that is damaged. Besides, it wasn't even my fault. Maybe we should call the police to make a report so we can get it on the record that you were driving while texting."
I lean my head to the side.
"I'm not a police officer or anything, but I think that's against the law."
He snarls at me,
"Just give me your number."
I tell him my number and when he asks my name, I gladly tell him.
"The woman whose car you hit because you were texting while driving."
He looks at me and his eyebrows pinch together.
"Is that name already taken?"
I ask him, waiting for his answer. When I realize he isn't going to reply, I ask him,
"Now, what's yours?"
He shoots off his number, and I store it in my phone.
I turn around to walk away.
"Aren't you going to ask me my name?"
He puts his hands on his hips, his biceps bulging, and his chest looking impossibly broader.
"Nope, no need. I just put you under 'Asshat who texts while driving and hit my car.'"
I smile at him.
"Have a fabulous day."
I grumble, turning around and getting back in the car.
Fuck. I see that I now have ten minutes to get there. I dial Penelope right after I buckle and take off, watching the asshole get into his car.
[I think I might still make it]
I tell her even before she says hello.
[It's okay. I called and told them there was an accident on the way, and they said not to worry, that Taehyung was going to be late, too. So, you're still good to go. How's the damage?]
she asks.
[Minivan: 1 – Porsche: 0.]
I laugh and tell her I'll check back in with her at lunch.
When I finally make it to the office building, I check my face and apply lip gloss one more time before walking inside. I look at my phone and notice that I'm only seven minutes late. Not bad all things considered. I walk in and tell the security guard I am there for Mrs. Chan. When he calls up, he gets the all clear to send me up.
I make my way up to the forty-sixth floor and walk to the receptionist, who is smiling from ear-to-ear.
"Hi. I'm here to see Mrs. Hee. My name is Lauren. I'm the temp."
I explain as she gets up and comes around to shake my hand, introducing herself as Carmen. She then takes me back to meet Mrs. Chan Hee.
Hee is short with white hair, and her glasses are perched on her nose.
"Hey there, Lauren. I'm so happy to finally meet you. I've heard great things from Penelope."
She reaches out to shake my hand and motions for me to sit down.
"Thank you so much, and I'm so sorry I'm late. I was in a little fender bender, and I tried to finish as fast as I could."
I tell her, sitting down in the chair in front of her desk.
"No worries. I heard Taehyung was going to be about ten minutes late, but he got here right before you did. Now, if you will fill out these papers here, I will get your elevator pass ready for you."
,she says while she goes to her cabinet in the corner.
Because this is just a temp job, I don't have to do much. Just an emergency contact form.
"Now, I should warn you that this is the tenth temp we have hired for this position… this month"
,she finishes quickly.
I look at her, confused.
"But it's only the seventeenth of November."
My heart starts racing. What if he throws me out? What if he laughs at me since I haven't worked in ten years?
"Mr. Kim is, um, well… special to work for."
,she murmurs while looking down at the papers in front of her and not even trying to make eye contact with me.
"Special? What does that mean?"
I ask, my eyebrows pinching together.
"Let's just say that my money is on you."
She gets up.
"Shall we?"
She points to the door.
I nod at her, trying to get some saliva going in my mouth. It's dry, and my palms are sweating. I think my armpits are actually starting to sweat, too. Oh, boy. I can't do this. I should turn around and run away.
But before I can make my move, we reach a door that is closed. The big brown door is solid, and the windows that look out into the office have their shades drawn. I hear her knock on the door before we enter.
I don't see much in front of her. I just look around the office at the view of the city, since there are wall-to-wall windows affording it an amazing view. I don't have a chance to look much further, because all I hear is a raspy voice asking,
"Are you fucking stalking me? Did you follow me here?"
I whip my head around to look at him.
Just my luck. It's the asshat from this morning, the one who hit me. Except now, the asshat is sitting behind the desk, the desk that, apparently, belongs to my new temporary boss.
Shit