Work proved to be quite the distraction and of course moving out of that Godforsaken apartment with those grim walls was itself an upside. The floors of the building were, however, difficult to get comfortable in and today I had found myself just an inch bit higher than usual and it was courtesy of my older sister. There wasn't any arguing with my older sister and so she had pulled out a pair of stilettos and shoved them my way. I, on my end, had paired it with a lilac baggy and cropped sweater and a pair of loose pants for the sake of comfort. The shiny marble floors and I were at least considerate with each other as I hadn't yet slipped and injured myself. My designer shoes clicked as I strutted down the hallway, holding yet another stack of files, I was learning easily that my employer was very thorough about every detail on contracts, and sometimes even more than that I had also learned, and so I had to bring in the past contracts, and copies of minutes of meetings held during the signing with any company, or beverage, to him for the past number of days. There were also the last rounds of renovations of one of the restaurants and there were some details that needed his attention, then there were some changes to the menu he was meant to be introduced to for his approval.
I continued with my shoes and I had to give my sister one thing though, they sure did make me feel important with my title of assistant I felt on top of the world. And I had even slept enough the night before and that was a rarity for me, the hadn't been any need for crime shows to distract me from my thoughts, and I usually was a bit too tired to even rummage around my brain for crap that was going to end up hurting anyway. I had slept right through, just like a baby, and was going to have to put in some sort of effort with my sister and brother-in-law, if I didn't wish for my momma to be hearing of this, and soon. This meant then that I was going to endure my older sister's 'food choices' and would be helping her to make matters worse, I was staying with them rent-free and it was the least I could do.
The sharp sound of my shoes halted and abandoned me with an uncomfortable silence, and as shifted those files to one side, quite carefully as I prepared to part those glass doors, my eyes traveled to my shoes and were grateful they weren't a bright-colored pair, though I was sure my sister knew better. With a deep breath, I pulled the squicky clean glass door open one side and hurried in for the sake of those files. Then I strutted in there, after wiping a palm down my pants straightening a crease that was probably not there, and then brought those files before myself and close to my chest.
My shoes stood no chance here with the carpet and everything and I was mostly, perhaps a habit I was to let go of as soon as I got used to my boss, tiptoeing my way to him. Maybe others would word it better and rather say I was walking in eggshells around him, not that I would blame him on that part. It had been an issue at some point in my life and perhaps, he was so easy to try and impress. Who would not? He was my employer, for one, and then two, he was rather difficult not to find yourself drawn to, somewhat strange in a way that, a person who preferred to keep their nose out of everyone's business so everyone else could be left no choice but to comply, found herself curious about this particular man. It was sort of professional, but nowhere near uncomfortable or far too curious to be professional, and just hard not to find myself curious about the way he stood out. Right there before me he was and concentrating on his computer, hair so shiny and beautiful, illuminated by the light eagerly, and his skin keeping a rather deep and slightly peach-colored tone. I could not see his face properly, I could only see his hair and neck, he had his head craned to the side and long fingers in his hair, probably deep in thought, and he was graced with such an elegant, and slightly mole littered, and beautiful neck.
He wasn't wearing a tie and the three top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, I couldn't help but see his neck but his chest wasn't as visible as he was focused on what was on his laptop–I was gawking again. I hated it and if it was wrong for him, if he did, to be gawking at me then it was wrong for me to be doing the same. It wasn't like I was going to touch him or say something nasty or better yet shut him in a pantry and feel upon him, so perhaps I wasn't the worst. I wasn't even going wild in my head, I was a grown-ass woman and I just admired the beauty of him, it was just easy to get distracted by it. I decided to clear my throat just to make myself feel less ashamed about staring at him for this long–it was his fault.
"I got the files you wanted. . .and I'll go through the folder again for. . ." I found myself staring at him with my eyes narrowed, perhaps at both facts and the fact that his chest was a little too exposed than I had anticipated, as he went ahead with those pills again and I had seen him take these even the day before, and the one before it, quite comfortably too, and it was highly alarming. He was my boss, however, and I had barely made it in a month, I could not cross lines. There were just bottles of freshwater by the corner with glasses too and I was to put them to good use. I acted as therefore and secured a glass and a bottle of water before he could bring those down dryly, it was awful to watch.
"Here." I handed him a glass before could start munching on the pill I was sure had to be bitter and he looked up, lips softly curling in what was a pout as he did. The deep curve right there on his upper lip, prominent and soft, and made the shape of his wide lips almost delicate, they suited his softly cleft chin as I noted.
I narrowed my eyes at him just so he could not deny my offer. "I will go through the folder again, I can't find the September report."
I watched him gulp down the whole glass and then he sighed, quite heavily, when he was done and then he put it down, eyebrows lifted as he looked my way.
I didn't know what to say to this, as much as he was a bit odd and somewhat mysterious, he did make me feel comfortable and so my following words were his fault. "Is something the matter?"
"I just want to know if there's anything else you'd like for me to consume presently," he said, his voice deep in a way that still kept itself almost quiet and his plump lips held a shade close to strawberries. I had never cared that much for male grooming of a certain sort, I preferred a certain man, and, it wasn't that he was not good-looking, I wasn't particular about certain details of them taking care of themselves. I guess style and looking nice was handsomely enough, yet regardless of how sure I was about my particular liking, I found myself sure the man across me was the reason everyone here was so pretty or beautiful, because if they were anything far or below striking then they were going to feel so little. I, on the other hand, admired it and didn't take it to heart that much. I was bigger than any slim figure that strutted through and along with the floors of this building, my hips had always been promised and wide, far too difficult to lose weight around. I was going to the gym and that was enough hassle, it didn't matter to me, however, with big hips or curly hair, I was curious as to what sort of women made it through with my boss. I wasn't particularly worried or involving myself in any way, I just had a lot of ideas and hoped I was right just because I was petty and I was admitting to it.
"Have you had your coffee then this morning?" I regretted it the moment it came out and I could have facepalmed myself but that was a tad bit childish and perhaps unnecessary, but I had been a waitress for far too long that a certain type of 'hospitableness was embedded in me. There I was then talking to my boss like he was a customer there to have pancakes or something, perhaps they were always right then–old habits did die hard.
I did my utmost best to recover. "If you're allowed to have coffee with pills?"
"There are times when I do, it isn't that bad," he said, his eyes holding a slight bit grim glint within themselves as he stared at me. "I don't feel like coffee, however. How about those files before you offer me any more to consume."
I stood up even straighter if that was even possible, aware of the way his tone had slightly held a slight bite at the edge, and of course, he wasn't my friend and I wasn't expecting him to be all friendly with me either. I had learned there was something wrong about someone of better authority than you to be so concerned about being any friendlier there and there was usually an expectation–I didn't need another pantry encounter. I was beginning to enjoy my job and was starting to get quite comfortable with the way my life was going. I did watch my shows and had slept late just two days ago, but it hadn't been because I couldn't sleep or couldn't stop worrying about things I couldn't help. "I still haven't found the reports for September."
"Twenty-eighteen?" His neatly thickened eyebrows shot up. "I thought those had been filed and. . .did you look through the storeroom? There are originals there and you can get me copies."
"I wanted to go through the filed data and reports on our database first," I said and almost leaped for those files but he reached forward with his hand and secured them in place, touching my hand in the process, quite fast. I doubted he noticed as his eyebrows were creased and he looked concerned over whatever he was, probably, calculating in his head–I had and I was surprised by how warm they were. I finally took it away and kept my hands by my sides. "I can go and have look through those folders. . .and when I find them I'll make copies."
"If you do," he mumbled under his breath.
I shoved a curl from my face. "Then. . .I will bring you your coffee."