"No, this is the way to make up for today." He said. I smirked at him since the way he flirted was smooth. "Sure, dinner it is."
I got an ice-cream and sat next to Chris, who sure was not expecting my friendly gesture. "Mr Wilson, is your favorite flavour strawberry?"
"No!" He quickly denied it. It was as if strawberry flavour was not manly enough for his image. I was pretty sure it was his favorite flavour. Lily said so.
"My favorite is, um, coffee flavour." He said with hesitation. He did not know how to lie well.
"Are you sad because Lily is leaving?" I asked, from what I know the sync between Lily and Chris was great. She knew exactly how to deal with him, she knew his preference by heart. It would be hard for them to separate after two years.
"No, I was just worried about how to get adjusted to you, *sigh* if only you were as good as her. At least 50% would be fine." He said since he was afraid of admitting that he would miss Lily, he changed the topic to how 'Inefficient,' I am.
"Well, Mr Wilson, you know that I would be here for a very short time, given your history. Then you may hand-pick someone better than me. Though that is hardly possible." I smiled at him, throwing in an insult of how picky he was and how no one would want to work under him. As expected, he frowned at my words. "You are a narcissist, Ms Brown."
Me? A narcissist? Look Who's Talking. He thinks he's so much better than everyone that he does not even bother with interacting with others unless he really, really needs to. A few minutes went on while we threw sarcastic insults at each other. Since I did not know many of those at the party, I made small-talk with them and after which I decided to leave.
Mr Wilson, who had no role in the party, wished Lily good luck, gave her a gift and left at the same time. He offered to drop me off once again, but I refused immediately.
I washed up, put on a face mask, watched a few episodes of my favorite sitcom and went to sleep. I was completely stuffed, I ate a lot at the party, which made me worried about indigestion, but I slept anyway. It was around 2 a.m when Mr Wilson called me.
"Hello?" I asked in a very sleepy voice, trying to suppress my yawn.
"Ms Brown, I'm hungry." He complained instantly.
'What?' I thought. The hell was wrong with him? He's hungry in the middle of the night? Does he not have a cook? Who told him to eat just some ice-cream at the party? And why is he calling me?
"Mr Wilson, I'm your secretary. I help you in office affairs, not personal affairs. Tell the same words which you told me to your cook. You will get some food then." I grumbled. No, seriously, what was wrong with him?
"Ahem, then, if I stay hungry I will wake up earlier than usual making me very grumpy which makes me not interested in work. And so it would result in untidy work, which would result in more work for you. So I suggest you help me, Ms Brown. Plus, I don't have a cook."
I swear I almost fell asleep while he said all those words. "All restaurants are closed, Mr Wilson. I cannot magically make food appear." Hoping this conversation would end here. I would rather help him in the middle of the night than listen to him giving explanations about how this would affect him in the end.
"Do YOU know how to cook Ms Brown?" He asked.
"Yes, I do?" I answered with an unsure tone. I was wondering what situation I might land up in based on what I answer.
"Good, then you cook for me!" he said while hiding a bit of excitement in his tone.
"Yeah, no. Bye, Mr Wilson."
"Wait! I'll-" I interrupted him. "Cook for yourself, Mr Wilson. I'm sure you are not that bad."
"But I am." He said while lowering his volume. He must have been starving to death or else he would never admit that he isn't good at something.
"Mr Wilson, look, now there's noth-"
"I'll pay triple for overtime and not cut your salary because of the dresses!"
*ka-Ching* I heard in the background. No wonder people say money talks. I said okay without hesitation, so shameless I tell you but, I was on the verge of being broke so, a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do. Plus, I needed to leave the hotel in a week, I really had to get talking with the real estate agent, January was about to end soon. I then remembered a very important issue, I do not have any materials for cooking food. "Um, Mr Wilson, I said that I would cook for you except I'm in a hotel and I don't have any food materials with me."
"That's not a problem, come down." He ordered. I immediately looked out the window to see a matte black Ferrari parked down and next to it stood a man on the phone. I could guess that that man was Chris Wilson. "In a minute."
I was too lazy to change out of my nightwear, so I wore a hoodie on top of my shirt because it was very cold. Sadly, I did not have time to change my shorts. I tied my loose hair into a messy bun and got down. Much to my surprise, Mr Wilson was still wearing a suit. I raised my eyebrows at him. Who wears a suit in the middle of the night? I was expecting something casual, but it's Mr Wilson, he is always weird. Mr Wilson stared at my attire. "Well, no normal person wears official wear at 2 a.m."
"No, I was wondering how you could wear shorts when it's so cold outside. Get inside quickly."
It was not snowing outside and the snow already started to thaw so it was cold, but I did not mind. I am a very warm person if I say so myself, in terms of temperature, of course. After I got in, I obviously sat in the front seat or else Mr Stuck-up won't start the car. After I got in, he turned on the heater to keep me warm. Well, he was considering my situation. Or he had to please me to get food since his food is in my hands. He had to be very careful about how he treated me. Haha in your face, Mr Wilson. Being treated well was something I could get used to. I was sure that we were going to his place but; I did not expect that the location would be so far. At first, I thought he lived in a luxurious condo, but I was wrong. We drove and drove for almost 40 minutes before we reached his house, more like his enormous villa. If I did not know any better, I would think I was getting kidnapped. There were only a few buildings in that area. "Mr Wilson, are we going in the right direction?"
He gave me a look as if questioning my intelligence. Of course, he SHOULD know the directions to his place.
I was surprised to see his place. Maybe if it was in the morning, it would look more beautiful. Vast gardens, a fountain, a swing. Gosh, living here would be wonderful, but driving all the way to the office from here? No way.
He opened the big gates with an iris scan. Talk about technology. Well, he did own an IT company.
Sometimes I do not know why I am in this situation in the first place. Our discussion during the drive:
"So, what do you have in your house?" I asked.
"Well, there is a big sofa in the living room, a long, white marble dining table-"
"Mr Wilson. Seriously? I was asking what food items are in your house. I should at least know what I'm going to work with,"
"Oh? Okay." He finally seemed to understand what I meant. He gave a small frown before he continued.
"Well, there are those red, round things which leak when you cut them…"
"You mean tomatoes?" I said.
"There is a quite smelly dairy product I'm not quite familiar with, but it's stringy when it's heated." He continued.
At this point, I understood that asking Mr Wilson about what food items he has in his house is a complete waste of time and the worst ice-breaker ever. "Mr Wilson, have you ever been in a kitchen before?"
"Yes." he replied with a stoic face.
"Really? When exactly?" I asked with a mocking tone which he did not seem to pick up, luckily. He is my boss, after all. There might be a chance of getting fired.
"Well, it was the 24th of December 2009. I was alone in my home and I was incredibly thirsty so I got myself a glass of water." He replied. It almost seemed as if he was proud. "Mr Wilson, you've got to be kidding me!"
"No, I'm not. I was alone and my butler was on leave, so I had to. And I did!" he smirked. How did his parents raise him? He is such a spoiled brat! If he's so lazy, how is he so fit? "With all due respect, Mr Wilson, I really do not get-"
"Get what? Ms Brown." He eyed me with a dangerous look. "Get how awesome you can be!" I lied. There goes my dignity. Oh~ Fly, fly away~.
He kept on driving, smiling from time to time while I mourned the loss of my dignity.