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"Yo! Celebrity!," Rose, a co-worker, called out to Angel who was busy working on her PC. "I just wanted to say your make up looks good,...can we take a selfie?".
Angel sighed. "It's Angel, please address me by my name".
"Rose, come on! Don't tease her, be friendly " Emily giggled.
"The only thing keeping me talking is the fact that she's a celebrity, I think that's enough kindness already--".
"Varles? The boss wants to see you ". Kate suddenly walked in on their conversation.
Everyone went silent. Why would he want to see her? Is it because she's a celebrity model or what?.....Or could he be he wants to fire her? They all wondered.
"Alright sure, I'll be right behind you". Angel said. Without hesitation, she stood up and followed Kate.
"What do u think it could be?". Rose desperately bit her fingers in fear.
"I don't know but I think it's better for her than talking to you too, you're both way too rude to her". Chris, another coworker said.
"YOU--" .
"That's enough, Rose. We have work to do". David interrupted her speech.
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Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Sir, she's here. May she go in?". Kate said from outside his door, making her voice just loud enough for him to hear. She turned to Angel, "You're on your own now. Byeeee!". She ran away as fast as she could after telling Angel that.
"Come in!". Angel finally heard him answer.
She placed her hand on the door handle, about to turn it open when she took a deep breath. Why was everyone so scared of him by the way? He doesn't look that intimidating....right?. Thoughts filled her mind. She decided she wasn't going to be intimidated by him like other girls.
She finally opened up and went in.
The first thing she saw was Mr Not-So-Perfect sitting on a rolling chair, way too focused on whatever he was doing on the table. He didn't even look at her, not even when she was standing right in front of him.
Her gaze travelled through the room. His office was rather sparkling clean. Everything was nearly arranged and placed in order, but that was all there was to it. Nothing intriguing about it, just a plain clean office. She wondered why.
He was still busy writing down something on papers. He would get a call, pick up and then tell at the person on the phone. She could hear whoever it is begging for their lives. What could have happened?. Still, he didn't bat an eye at her. She had been standing for thirty minutes. She took a deep breath, her legs were noodles as they were already asleep.
He finally paused in a confused state, he put down his pen and looked at her. Angel immediately straightened her back to look firm.
"Is the room too cold? I can't have my wife die of cold". He said.
That frightened her a bit. Why would he ask that after ignoring her for thirty minutes? The AC isn't even turned on. Even if It was, she still would've feel cold.
"No, it's not. I feel too hot instead". She replied.
"Alright then", he said, before he continued what he was doing.
Seriously?!!! Angel sighed. She gazed through the room once again but nothing interested her. But as she was about to take another sigh, she sighted something which was a little bit hidden but the details were clear.
It was a picture of him and a really beautiful lady, she smiled but he seemed rather sad. He was probably happy, maybe he didn't smile bcoz he never smiled all through his life....but he still looked cute and sexy as always . That picture actually piqued her interest.
She walked towards the picture and held it in her hands for a better view.
"Roland, your girlfriend is really pretty,....or is she your wife too---".
He slammed his hands on the desk really hard. He stood up angrily and walked towards Angel who was already shaken by fright.
"I could kill you for not minding your own business,...." He whispered in her ears. "But I'll let it slide this one time, stay on your limits, woman . I hope for your sake there won't be a next time". He turned away and walked up to his desk. He pointed at piles of papers, telling Angel to take care of it.
For a minute, she couldn't move her legs. She stood right there, trying to process what had just happened.
A second later, she immediately packed up the papers, she understood the job was to punish her.
Just as she was about to leave, he called out to her. "And one more thing,.... don't ever call me by my name. Call me 'Sir' or 'Boss', understood?".
"Y--yes S-sir!". She said , before walking out.