I walk out of the shop waving goodbye to Amelia, who gave me her number so that I could call her in case I needed a dress soon.
I gladly took it though curious, my boss is leaning against the car phone in hand and shades on.
I stare for a moment then snap out of it, he sees me approach and opens the door for me. "Twice in one day, I must be lucky." I joke.
A muscle on his cheek twitches but he tries to hide it, "Mayhaps." I looks inside the car shaking my head, a bag with the signature Chanel brand on it.
I look at my boss, who looks at me back, intensely. Waiting for me to argue, I sigh and enter the car silently, telling myself to just shut up.
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"How's it coming up?" I look up and see Nic leaning on the door frame.
"Finally done, just adding the finishing touches." I mutter typing in the last sentence I need.
Saving the edit, I hit print and let the printer do it's job. He enters and leaves a couple of files on my desk, "Grey said I should give you those."
I groan and fall back into my seat, "Does this ever end?" I ask, he chuckles lowly.
"You've done well so far, you'll survive." He jokes.
"Not if I continue being accused of sleeping with employees." I mutter under my breath.
Nic raises an eyebrow, "huh?" I immediately start shaking my head.
"Nothing...nothing at all." I say taking the files and going through them.
"Financials?" I almost cry, my brain is too tired to be dealing with maths right now.
It's literally seven p.m and all I want to do is sleep.
"Talking about financials, you and Mr Coleman?" Nic inquires, I raise an eyebrow.
"Not you too, we're just friends." I say, I've literally said this statement so many times it sounds I've been programmed to say it.
After what happened, J and I sort of became closer in a way. It wasn't awkward or anything, we just ignored it and continued our lives like nothing every happened.
And somehow to the outside world it looks like we are flirting, just because we laugh and hang out during our lunch breaks.
Mr Grey has interrogated me so many times about it that I don't even know what to say about it.
He made up so many excuses about me doing something wrong or even being late by two minutes and somehow adds Jared into the mix.
"I trust that, I just want to know if he's ever complained about I don't know. Work? Unfair treatment? Anything?" He asks almost casually but I sense the interrogation in his tone.
"No." I lie, well not completely a lie. It's just the basics we talk about, the long hours and the never ending commands but not it's not that bad that he'd steal from Mr Grey.
Honestly did he not think I would realise what he's trying to ask me. My boss sends financials to me, not the first time, and Nicholas 'randomly' asks me about any complaints from one of their accountants?
"Why?" I add on, he shakes his head and stands up.
"No reason. Goodnight Rosie." He bids, I smile slightly.
"Night Nicholas." He leaves my office and so I decide to work on the financials on my desk.
There is seven files, six of them pair up, one is filled with records and statements etc. The first half of the six is in the messy yet neat handwriting of my boss and the others are more formal.
They date back to three months ago, after we became back from San Juan. I looked at both files and looked for any differences, based on what Mr Grey has, assuming he recalculated everything.
In the beginning there is slight differences in the amounts then as time goes by the differences increase, and the most taken out is over five thousand dollars.
Like the last four times I've done this, I recalculate everything using the statements I have in one file.
The last times I did these, it was probably just confirmation to see if everything was done right. Inspection, and usually all three copies aligned but not this time.
My recordings align with Mr Grey's and not with the formal one. I gather the three copies and the speech I printed out and head across the hall.
It's late eight and I think almost everyone is gone, I lightly knock on the door and wait for the 'come in'.
The room is dark and the sound of scribbling fills the silent room, once I reach the desk the room lights up.
"Señorita?" I freeze for a second. Blazer off, a few buttons undone and the dress shirt sleeves rolled all the way to his elbows. Veins protrude over his arms, and the muscles moving ever so slightly with every stroke of his pen.
Hair is ruffled up, a few strands falling over his creased forehead and his glasses perched on his nose, I can't help but stare.
To be honest, it's kind of hard to ignore how hot your boss is, we've all had that thought once in our lives. And four months of working for and with him everyday don't help me ignore the fact.
"Clarkson?" I snap out of it blushing slightly, he stares at me for a minute. Like literally a minute while I stand there try my best not to think about the deep blush that penetrated my face.
"Sí?"
"Oh uhm, here's your speech and the files and they account doesn't balance with ours." I frown at the thought of Jared doing something like this.
"You can go home, Aaron will be waiting downstairs for you." I nod and turn around ready to leave.
On late nights like these either Nicholas would insist on driving me home or my boss would offer Aaron's services.
Just as I'm about to leave the room I turn to my boss, "Sir?" He looks up from his stack of papers.
"Were those recorded by Mr Coleman?" I ask, he stares for a second.
"Go home Señorita, you have a busy day tomorrow." He commands and looks back at his papers.
I forcefully turn myself around and get ready to go home.
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