Emily turned to see a drop-dead gorgeous man, his expensive suit tailored to perfection, but with a very angry face.
" Hi, I'm Emily; Emily Jones, the new secretary". She said in a little whisper
"And may I ask why you are daydreaming in my office?" He looked at the young pretty woman standing in his office, looking as lost as a stray cat, but he didn't give a damn about that, he just wanted to be left alone, in his office, with his thoughts.
"Uhmmmmm… I…. I….she stuttered, losing her composure.
"Get out"! The voice barked.
Shocked, she gathered herself quickly and left the office immediately.
"Oh shit" Oh shit" Oh shit", this is not a good start, knocking herself over and over again.
"Why couldn't I have gotten out immediately", she berated herself once she got out.
It was only past 8 am and Lyon had the worst day. He was trying to get Mushon's to partner with his company, so he could beat his competitors.
But they were being too difficult and demanding, they felt his company was weak and were not willing to liaise with him because he had no partner, and with the rumor surrounding him that he was a playboy who treated women as though they were trash," to be picked up and thrown away" investors would be reluctant to invest in a weak CEO.
However, he was determined to get them, and he would do anything possible to get their partnership.
Feeling thirsty all of a sudden, he rang the intercom.
"Get me water now"!
Emily jumped from her seat as the intercom rang, breaking her out of her reverie.
"Get me water now"! The hoarse voice commanded.
Hurriedly she ran to the dispenser and fetched the water into a cup, with shaking hands, she headed for Mr Lyon's office.
"Put it on my desk and get out". His voice was as cold as ice and Emily, for the second time, glanced at her boss and she saw tiredness written all over his face, his eyes were red as though he had had so many sleepless nights, and for a minute, she felt pity for him.
Oblivious of the girl in front of him, Lyon banged his desk hard, causing Emily to let out a small scream.
Lyon looked up to see a frightened young face,
"What are you still doing here?"
"I want to be sure you don't need anything else". Her lips quivering as she forced out the words from her mouth.
"What's your name again?"
"Emily, Emily Jones".
"Have a seat, Emily Jones".
Frightened, she sat across his table, facing him.
Catching the full glimpse of his face clearly as she looked at him, she realized how handsome he was, he had such a striking face that would bring any woman down to her knees, with a sharp chiseled jawline that accentuated his strong and confident demeanor. With his perfectly tousled jet-black hair, begging to be touched, he had the physique of an athlete, with broad shoulders that exude strength and power. His eyes were the striking shade of blue and mixed with tiredness, they spoke of danger and hunger for something Emily couldn't think of.
He cleared his throat, "I understand you know your role from today Ms Jones", he said authoritatively.
Emily already grew a little resentment for him with the way he treated her earlier.
"Yes, I know, and I plan well to do my best at it", Mr. Rashford.
"Good, I hope you do so we can get along well", Ms Jones. His voice was still as cold as ice and his gaze sent daggers through her skin.
"I'll need you to reschedule an appointment for me later today, I'll be heading out and won't be available till you see me back here".
"Make a phone call to the Mushon's, Inform them that I've agreed to their terms and we're hoping to start business soon".
"Call my mother and tell her I'll be having dinner with her tonight".
"Pick up some files at the receptionist table and sort them out by dates, check for the irrelevant ones and discard them"..
"I'll let you know if there's more".
"And Miss Emily, get me some good coffee"!
The list went on endlessly as Emily tried to fit all of it into her books. Having noted all of it, she sprang up to her feet and left his office in a rush, almost stumbling herself, ready to get down to the day's business.
Emily thought as she started to work, how can a man be so beautiful yet so arrogant and full of himself?
"Well, this is what I signed up for" she sighed, picking up the documents on her desk and stashing them into their rightful places.
"Having troubles already? The stern-looking woman asked as she saw Emily's distorted face, as she picked up a file in the receptionist area.
"Oh no, I'm not, I just have a little headache, you know, new job anxiety". She chuckled nervously and whisked herself away almost immediately to avoid more questions from her.
Back at her office, she plumped herself onto her chair and set out to work, but she couldn't help it as her mind kept wandering off the flashback's she kept on having.
"Let me go, Please, I beg you"! Emily cried,
"You know better princess; you know Daddy doesn't like to wait", the deep raspy voice beamed, filling the room with an eerie echo.
"When are you going to pay my fucking money?" The voice spoke slowly, drawing out each word, its chilled tone sending a new wave of fear through Emily's body, making her heart race with anticipation.
"S….so…soon I promise. Emily begged.
"You owe me a million grand, do not make me wait any longer than I have". the man who oozed of booze said but Emily didn't even notice as she was writhing in pain.
"I'll let you go now, but I promise you I won't be so nice the next time I come for you". Emily heard retreating footsteps, and she burst into a loud rasping cry....
She didn't notice Mr Rashford looking down on her as her tears streamed down her face unconsciously.