CHRISTOPHER
I walked out of the meeting I had just concluded and towards Dad's office. I had not gotten the chance to speak to him in a while. Like every other day when I walked past, employees scoured away, dropping gossip and chitchat and taking up random tasks at the sight of me. I toyed with the idea of firing them all. But we didn't have time for an interview now. If they were doing their jobs just right maybe they wouldn't be on edge whenever they saw me. Incompetent fools.
Dad was deep in a phone call when I arrived at his office. Smiling at the sight of me, he motioned me to take a seat and await him. I relaxed deeply into a sofa, and let my eyes rove through the busy environment outside the office through the glass doors. My mood soured almost immediately when my eyes caught the bitch from the coffee shop at the corner of my eyes. I was yet to punish her for the incident in the conference room. I still couldn't fathom how she had had the courage to stand up to me although she knew I could ruin her life in one second.
I watched her exchange pleasantries with her co-workers as she walked past cubicles, pausing occasionally to ask questions. I couldn't hear clearly what she was saying but from the look on their faces I could tell they were enjoying the conversation. Bunch of idiots. That was the sort of things they would pay attention to instead to working.
It had been two weeks since the bitch had been employed and so far she had been proving a tough nut to crack. I longed to have her thrown out by force but I knew she wouldn't budge. Which was why I needed to get Dad to fire her. I felt heat rush to my face. I hated that I had to ask dad to get rid of my own secretary. Every employee followed my commands as their boss, and I hated the example this bitch was setting.
She wouldn't scurry away when I walked past or pretend to be busy, instead I would notice a slight shift in her overall demeanour—almost like annoyance or irritation oozing off her—her shoulders would stiffen, files that would rest on her arm were now pressed to her chest, her lips pursed
subtly in distaste, her eyes fixed ahead of me as she muttered some acknowledgments. It was crazy and infuriating and I couldn't wait to put her in her place.
I watched as she smiled at one of the employees, tucking a strand of curly hair behind her ear. For some reason that gesture threw me off balance and I couldn't help but stare. Much as I tried I couldn't deny the fact that she was ravishing. Her thick curly hair hung down to her back and rested just above the curve of her butt. She was slender, and full in the right places. The kind of woman I would fuck without a second thought.
All of a sudden I realized something. She was the only female in this company, and outside for that matter, that did not seem moved by presence. She didn't stop to stare or try her hardest to flaunt herself in front of me. And I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed at that.
"I see you've taken an interest in your newest secretary?" Dad's voice broke into my thoughts. I turned to see him smiling at me mischievously. "Nice to see you, my boy," He laughed, getting up and clapping his hands against my shoulder firmly.
I returned his greetings. "She's the reason why I'm here actually."
I saw his eyebrows shoot up in interest. "Is that so? When's the wedding?"
He kept a straight face as I glared at him and then as if on cue we both burst into laughter. I stopped quickly, lest any employee see me in such a state. They would start to think they could act any sort of way around me. I couldn't let that happen.
"I want her gone," I said, waiting for his response. I watched him suspiciously as he quickly covered up a sort of knowing smile.
"Really? Why is that?"
I nearly staggered. Dad never questioned my decisions. He always went along with my wishes. So what was happening now? The expression on his face made me suspect that he knew why already.
.
Catching myself, I briefly ran him through the conference room incident, feeling embarrassed when the part where she defied me came up. I reddened as I saw Dad try and fail to stifle a laugh. "She said that?" He asked.
I had a feeling he just wanted my affirmation. "Yes."
"Extraordinary," He muttered, scrolling through his phone.
"So?" I bristled with impatience.
Dad looked up at me and sighed heavily. "Of course I would never agree with her behaviour towards you. But I find this young lady quite intriguing. And so far, she is open, honest and hardworking; the kind of people we need in this company."
"We will interview more people, Dad," I just want her fired. "She is setting a bad example, lest the other employees start to think they can do the same."
He smiled. "They cannot, even if they tried. No one else would dare."
I nodded. "Now you see why I want to fire her." Instead of agreeing with me he only observed her through the glass doors.
"She has a lot of potential. And she could be a good asset to this company."
"But dad—"
"No, no. Remember what I've taught you. Your emotions asides when it comes to business. Irrespective of the fact that you feel insulted by this young woman, you can't deny the fact that she knows a lot about how the business works. You and I know that she is cut out for more than just a secretary."