I walked towards his desk while holding a folder. "Here's the report, sir," I said after putting the folder down on the table.
"How much?" He asked which made me furrow my eyebrows.
"How much what, sir?" I asked.
"You took care of me and bought me medicine," he said after taking a sip of his coffee.
Oh, that's what he means. He asked how much I wanted for the extra service I did.
"You don't have to pay me again, sir. The money that I used for your meds is yours also." I mean, it's part of my job to take care of him. I'm like his personal assistant now. And I don't think I can live with the salary he's giving me while I'm working very light on his company. I should be the one who'll make efforts if he doesn't want to pay me lower.
"You're the only one who said that," he said before leaning against his chair.
What does he mean? "What about the others, sir? Are they asking for an extra payment whenever like this happens?" That's actually not very nice of them if they did.
"They don't go straight to the point but they always say 'it's up to you, Mr. Parker'."
"And you think it's a normal thing to do when you're already having ten thousand dollars in two weeks?" I questioned him.
"Isn't it?"
I thought he's a very smart person when it comes to business and of course, when it comes to money also. But why does he let his employees boss him around when it comes to their salaries? He really has a soft spot for those who are in need but he doesn't have to let them take advantage of it.
I was about to answer when I heard someone open the door. It's Cindy, his ex-girlfriend.
"I heard you're sick," she said. "So, I brought you some alcohol."
My eyes widened a bit when she said that. Turns out, she's not actually serious about it. Mr. Parker just laughed before he stood up and went to her.
"Kidding," she said while walking towards us. "I brought you some food for lunch since it's already lunchtime."
She put the paper bags down on the coffee table. "I asked for three extra hot sauces for you, my friend."
"You really are my friend," Mr. Parker smiled before sitting down on the sofa parallel to where Cindy is sitting too.
She looked at me and smiled. "Hi, Deckard's new sec-, no, you're not new anymore. Join us for lunch."
"I'm good, Ma'am," I answered politely.
"I bought three sandwiches, the other one is yours. Won't you think it's a bit rude not to give it a taste?" She said. Why would she buy a sandwich for me? We're not even close.
"Liv, the sandwich is good. Come on," Mr. Parker asked me to join them so I did. I sat beside Cindy while he was sitting in front of us.
He took his first bite of the sandwich when the telephone on his desk rang. I was about to get it when he stopped me.
"I got it," he said before going to his desk to answer the phone. I didn't realize that I was staring at him until Cindy spoke.
"Tell me, are you enjoying your time here?" She asked after handing me the sandwich. I smiled as a sign of saying thank you.
"Well, it's not that I'm not enjoying my time here, Ma'am-"
"Cindy. I would like to be called Cindy," she corrected me.
"Cindy," I corrected myself. "I just think that Mr. Parker doesn't give me the right load of work I deserve." I took a bite and it's actually a good sandwich.
"And what do you mean by that, sweetie?" She said before taking a sip of her iced coffee.
"He pays me more than I expected or actually, more than the money I didn't expect him to pay me. And these past few days, I feel like I'm not doing anything to give justice for it."
Cindy laughed a bit. "So, in other words, your boss doesn't give you a lot of work. Am I right?"
I nodded before she crossed her legs. "Well, I'm not surprised. Deckard really wanted a secretary who can stay with him. But for that to happen, he gives everything he can just for them to stay because he's tired of rehiring people."
"But they are just taking advantage of it. Doesn't he ever notice it?" I said. Mr. Parker shouldn't be spoiling his employees just for them to stay. I'd be grateful to end that tradition.
"Your boss's money is infinite. He doesn't care about it anymore," she said before taking a bite of her sandwich.
He needs to be aware of how much money he should give! Just because it's done, it doesn't mean it should be done.
"Anyways, you know what?" She said and I looked at her to ask why. "Of all the secretaries Deckard had, you're the most decent one so far. You don't crave money too much. I mean, we all want money, but I think you're the type of person who always wants to get your job well done."
I was about to say thank you but I had a doubt. "How can you say so?"
Judging by her voice, maybe it means that his past secretaries aren't so trustworthy. I'm starting to think that what Alice said was true.
"You must have met Emily, right? What do you think of her?" I was startled a bit when she mentioned that name.
"Yes, she trained me," I answered. "To be honest, I thought she was a very workaholic person. But now, she's forcing me to change my mind about it."
I really wonder why Emily does this. Why does she want to get money using the wrong way?
"Does she scare you?" She raised a brow and I nodded slightly. "Well, I'm not surprised. She's the type of girl that can be in any place. Whenever you cross paths, just call me and I'll be there to pull her hair." She gave me a smile.