The next few weeks at my new job were murdering me literally. Maybe I'm making it more than what it really was but that's not the point. To say I was slaving away would be an under statement. The work load Mr. Stone gave me each day was insanely too much but what could I do but do my job. I hated my job as the days went by. I barely had time to myself. I couldn't even take shit without Mr. Stone breathing down my neck. I was close to murdering him because he was the worst boss ever. All I did was work work work work and work...oh and sleep too, barely. I did my best to make sure each task was over and done with at the end of each day.
Add that to answering phone calls after every 5 to 10 minutes, setting up his work schedule and answering the mobile he gave me. He'd ask me to run personal errands for him like pick up his dry clean like does he not have a maid or assistant for that or what. At times he'd make me drive across town with my company car to buy his favorite food or whatever he decides he wants to eat that day and by the time I went to bed I would be dog tired. I bet I even looked like one.
I guess he wasn't joking when he told me I'm expected to answer my work mobile at All times cause he had called me at odd hours more times than I can count and would instruct me to go do stuff for him at the office or just to ask something and in my head I'm like dude I'm over here walking around with a face looking like my neighbor's old bulldog and you disturb my sleep just to ask me that silly question but of course I wouldn't dare say that to him. I'm too chicken to do it but believe me when I say I was close to doing it.
The first month was so overwhelming as stuff would pile up and Mr. Stone would yell at me for being too slow or that I didn't do something right and I would go do it all over again. Sometimes I was forced to do it more than once and I'd just break down and cry because I felt so exhausted. See why I hate real jobs. Going through the second month I got used to the cycle and would even skip lunch and opt for a snack as I work just so I can get home and have my beauty sleep. I was done walking around with a dog face. So not cute.
I even got a chance to hang with my coworkers. Most of the employees found Mr. Stone quite intimidating. The guy walks around with an expression of someone who just ate vinegar or something like that. Whenever he enters a room people immediately disperse but most of us females enjoyed drooling over him. We found his character sexy and the fact that his body looked hot was a bonus. I found myself fantasizing about touching his chest just to see if it's as hard as it looks.
Since I had moved back home temporarily to save money, my parents had witnessed my coming late and leaving early. My dad had voiced that he didn't like that my boss was overworking me but mom had told him that the pay was worth it and we needed the money which was true and he hadn't mentioned that ever again knowing that she was right.
It seemed to me like Mr. Stone was testing my patience and commitment to the company because the work load eased up after I had signed the contract stating that I was now a permanent Stone Industries employee and all the blood, sweat and tears I'd experienced was all worth it.
Sometimes when we worked late at the office Mr. Stone would would order take-out for the both of us. I know this probably may sound weird but I enjoyed watching him eat and working at the same time, admiring his handsome features. I might have been acting like a creep but he had his moments too. There's times when I'd catch him staring at me with so much familiarity and I'd smile thinking you know what maybe the attraction is not one sided after all but then he'd quickly look away and act like nothing happened. That only heightened my obsession.
I would go to the office early because he usually arrives at the same time everyday and I would sit on his leather chair and inhale his forever present scent which is always there weather he's in or not. I would touch his office equipment which I knew he used on a daily basis. it was my way of quenching my Mr. Stone Obsession. Oh how I wish it was his muscular body that I was touching and I bet kissing those full lips of his would feel heavenly and magical that we would immediately fall in love, get married and live happily ever after. Sigh.
Woah! What the hell is wrong with me. I shouldn't entertain thoughts of things that can never happen...Ever.
It's not like he can ever look at me that way. He's waaay out of my league, period.
MONDAY
Today we're going to Tokyo on a business trip and I'm sooo exited. I'm hoping that being in a foreign place Mr. Stone would finally loosen up a bit and invite me out for a drink and we get to know each other. People tend to confess their inner feelings when they get drunk. Who knows what I might find out about him. Fingers crossed.
As I drive myself to the airport I feel the nerves setting in. I've never been outside the Island, I was born and raised here and have never even been on a plane before. Maybe I should tell Mr. Stone that I'm scared of flying and maybe he'll be nice enough to sit next to me and hold my hand. Oh yes that's the perfect plan.
Yesterday I went shopping with the credit card Mr. Stone gave me for my clothing allowance for office wear with one of my colleagues Jeanie whom I've become close to since I started working at Stone Industries. I even put blonde highlights in my burgundy hair and I'm impressed with what my stylish did.
Yeah I could have done something more important with the money but I had to go all out for this trip. Not only to catch my boss's eye but to let it show that he takes care of his employees real good. I also bought a make-up kit and a fruity designer bottle of perfume. Mr. Stone won't be able to take his eyes off me when he sees me you wait and see.
I take a look at myself in the mirror to check if my mask is still in place. I might have put too much makeup and now look like a clown but it's for a valid reason so it's needed. I exit my car and lock it before making my way inside the airport. After getting checked in I drag my cute baby pink suitcase that matches with my handbag and heels and follow the directions to the plane and as I exit the building I see Mr. Stone's back as he enters the jet with his bodyguards in tow.
We are using a private jet to travel. How cool is that. With a smile on my face I hop up the stairs of the jet and enter. Mr. Stone and his 2 bodyguards Big Mike and Pitt Bull who are way more muscular than Mr. Stone are already settled. They told me to call them that. I guess they don't want to use their real names because of their risky jobs. When I see the forth person whom I wasn't expecting would be here my smile drops. It's a woman and it's not just any woman.
It's a drop dead gorgeous woman with red hair and she's sitting next to Mr. Stone. What sets the alarm off is that she looks like she's in her early thirties and holding hands with my potential boyfriend. And not only that but they are talking and laughing lowly to themselves like lovers. Right now I wish I somebody would give us a wrestling ring to fight for a place in Mr. Stone's life because looks-wise I've got nothing on her. She's not only beautiful but more mature and is more his type not this little girl namely me.
Think something Claire.
"Morning Mr. Stone" I greet him my voice cold.
I'm trying not let their cosiness get to me but it totally does. I'm tempted to hit that bitch with my bag right now.
"Morning Claire" he replies a smile playing on his lips.
Not that I don't like it but why did he have to wait till this girl was around to use my first name, something he's never done before. Like what in the world is he happy about. Oh right, it's because of the red haired bitch.
"Babe this is Claire my secretary. Claire meet Zoey Jones" he introduces us.
Did he just call her Babe. Oh no he didn't. Seriously what the hell. I feel like somebody just stabbed me in the eye with a fork. So not a nice feeling.
"Nice to meet you" I half wave at her a fake smile plastered to my face resisting the urge to punch her in the face.
"Like wise" she scowls at me before continuing to talk to Mr. Stone like I ain't even there.
A wresting march would do some good right now. Now that I have a good look at her I won't even win the match if she agreed to play WWE. She'd bury me alive. I'm so frustrated right now I want to scream. Arg.
She better not be be his girlfriend because if she is I might end up in a mental hospital because I'm about to lose my mind.
Why oh Why did you have to bring her to this trip Mr Stone.
It's not like we're going on a vacation. It's a business trip for crying out loud.
The pilot announces through the speaker that we should take our seats and buckle up as we're about to take off and we all do. With my hands clenched I sit there with my small hands clenched having a stare down with the bitch sitting across from me.
Moments pass and the pilot announces that it's now safe to move around if we want to. I didn't even feel or even notice that we were already in the air. My eyes stay glued on the two love birds or whatever they are. I wanna throw this Zoey Jones out of this damn plane cause I'm suffocating having to share breathing space with her. And the fact that she's a bitch makes it worse. Now because of her I won't be able to carry out my mission. She's an obstacle between me and my man.
"Your man?" the voice in my head asks me in a laughing tone.
Even my subconscious is laughing at how pathetic I am. Great.
This is worse than that time I tried to use my mom's curling iron when I was 12 and a chunk of my hair got burnt and my dad had to cut it off. I had to cut all my hair and change schools because the mean comments from my schoolmates and the other kids were beyond horrible. They went as far as remove my wig so they could laugh at the shape of my bald head.
Zoey whispers something in Mr. Stone's ear then leaves her seat and makes her way to the back of the plane.
She better be preparing to jump off this plane.
"You guys can order yourselves something to eat or drink or whatever else you want from the hostess" Mr. Stone informs us as he packs away his laptop.
"Um where are you going sir?" I hear myself say. Why did I just ask that.
"To take a nap in the bedroom"
"There's a bedroom here?"
"Yep. I'll let you see it later" he chuckles.
"You and Zoey Jones will be sleeping in the same bed?" I just cannot bring my mouth to work in sync with my mind.
"Nash. You coming" bloody Zoey yells from the other room.
"We'll talk later" Mr. Stone leaves and I sit there like a ticking time bomb watching him disappear out of the room.
It's obvious what they're gonna be doing in there. Kill me now.