" The restroom is inside, " he said and looked down at the girl who didn't seem to hear him. He shook his head then pushed her inside with a chuckle before going back to his work.
Clara gasped as she was nudged inside the room she glanced back and noticed that he wasn't there anymore, then slowly walked further inside.
" Wow." She couldn't help the words that escaped her lips as she surveyed the vast room which seemed bigger than her apartment.
She stared at the expensive furniture of the room which looked like a suite and also noticed a huge plasma tv on the wall.
She marveled at the room for some time before remembering what brought her in. But where is the restroom? Her eyes darted around then she spotted two doors, one on the left and one on the right side of the room.
She walked toward the right one which was on the very far side and grabbed the handle but it couldn't budge then frowned and came back to the left one which opened immediately.
She heaved a sigh of relief and walked inside then noticed another door at the side and decided to open it. " A walk-in closet?" She exclaimed while gawking at the business suites and shoes that were piled up inside the cabinets and felt like she was in a boutique.
She carefully closed the door and sauntered inside the restroom. "okay, I'm not even surprised anymore."She glanced around the bathroom with a gasp and walked toward the huge mirror then rinsed her face. " Rich people." she shook her head and dabbed her face with a neat towel.
After washing her hands once more, she sighed. She had intended to go outside and get fresh air by using the pretense of going to the washroom. Now here she was, stuck inside his office.
' hehe, I almost forgot about lunch, he won't possibly starve me. . .right?". She happily skipped out of the restroom and went toward the door. She was going to use every opportunity she could get to stay away from his tempting presence.
She went back to the office and sat down on the couch while staring at the man who was engrossed in his work.
She sat like that for thirty minutes while wondering if she would get to do any work at all. ' Urgh, this is so boring.' she sighed exasperatedly and looked at her wristwatch. ' yes, yes, it's almost lunchtime. I just need to wait a little bit more. hehehe.' Her eyes brightened and she glanced at him again.
After some time, Carl looked up from his work then noticed that she was back and was slightly dozing off. He watched the time and a frown appeared on his forehead. " Clara!, " he muttered and she quickly stood up in a daze.
" Yes Sir? I... I mean Carl, what would you like me to do for you." She ran to his side and asked eagerly.
" Clause three." He gazed at her calmly.
" Huh? Oh, the contract. . . I, I. . .". how can she possibly remember what was written there, was she supposed to memorize them.
Carl sighed inside and stood up. " You just break one of the rules, now your punishment__".
Clara's eyes widened and she shook her head erratically. " No, no it was a mistake. . . I'm so sorry Sir, oh, I mean Carl. I promise to memorize them. You're such a magnanimous boss I know you'll overlook this little mistake, " she muttered non-stop and finally managed to catch her breath. ' there's no way I'm going to get a salary deduction on my first day of work. ' but what's the clause three again.' She quickly ran to the couch and opened her bag to read the contract again.
Carl stood static, slightly shocked at her instant outburst. He watched as she ran to the couch and skimmed the contract then came back in a flash. 'Does she love money that much?'.
Clara caught her breath and looked up apologetically. She didn't know it was lunchtime already as she had almost fallen asleep when he called her.
But it was only late for five minutes ' Argh'." I'll go get the food now, what would you like to eat." She looked at him inquiringly while hoping that he wouldn't deduct her payment.
" Mm, anything." He replied nonchalantly and walked toward the couch then sat down.
" Okay, " She nodded and rushed toward the door but was suddenly halted.
" Wait, " Carl muttered and stood up then strode toward her.
" Huh?" She shrank back as he towered over her. ' Oh no, what does he want now.' Her heartbeat increased and she felt her cheeks burned.
He slowly strode forward while fixing his eyes on her, until her back hit the wall. ' control, control, control yourself.' She chanted inside while trying to look everywhere but him.
Carl stared down and chuckled inside noticing that he had an effect on her. Was that a shade of red on her cheek? This was going to be easy. A small smile appeared on his lips and he pressed the wall and the bedroom's door opened, then grabbed her hand and strode inside.
" Huh? Carl w..what are you__" she looked down at her hand which was suddenly grabbed and felt a strange sensation flow through them. What was wrong with him? she stared at his back in astonishment.
They soon reached the door on the right side which she noticed was locked a while ago and Carl unlocked it then released her hand. He sighed inside while missing the warmth and hoped he could hold her longer.
" A kitchen! " Clara exclaimed subconsciously and quickly shut her mouth, noticing that her voice was too loud. She marveled at her discovery and wondered if there were more surprises she was going to get. ' But did she also have to cook for him. . . this is bad.'. She heaved a deep sigh and muttered, "C..Carl? I__"
" Cook." he cut her off and turned back then left the kitchen. She thought she could escape his sight? ' hehe'.