********Annabeth********
My weekend was quite eventful, I tried to not think about anything at all. Mom, the twins, Karen but of course that was until Jason called me saying he was coming in and that we could spend the weekend together.
I was elated. Finally, someone I could talk to and cry to. I accepted immediately and got ready. We met in front of my apartment and we went all over.
He wasn't familiar with the place and neither was I but somehow we made it work without getting kidnapped or lost. It was refreshing to spend time with him. I was going to be alone at home this weekend but well..he came to the rescue. Karen was so jealous that he was able to come but she wasn't, because she had to look after the twins for Mom and run some errands.
I was so happy to know that they were alright and Mom was happy.
But now, standing before this massive building brought me back to reality...my reality.
I have to work all day with a really sexy hot shot bachelor without touching or feeling any part of him just after I had almost molested him the other day at the hospital. Those lips were so inviting, I just wanted to know what they felt like, his chin and face. I bet there so soft.
This is torture...not fair... at all.
I waved at Stella giving her a small smile which she returned. Atleast there are some nice people here. I got to the elevator and stood with some other people there. I glanced at my wristwatch to see that I had 30 minutes to spare and I'd have less if the elevator takes more time.
"Hi, I'm Stacey, could you please help me with this bag? My hands are full and -"
"It's okay, I can help." I took the bag she wanted and immediately regretted it. What was in this bag? Human heads?
" Thank you so much, you do not know what you've done for me right now. I really appreciate. It's all cause of my bitchy boss. I'm pretty sure all the other assistants not as unlucky as I am-" She kept on rambling about how horrible her boss after pressing the '50th' button.
I'm grateful for her distraction, I needed it for the tension that I caught stepping into this building. It reminded me that there were other people like me here... probably worse than I am. But I'm going to loose time.
We dropped her off at her floors with some other people but I was the only one who continued past the 70th floor. The last person that stepped out gave me a weird look while stepping out without saying what her problem was. What's with this people and glaring at other people..even if there was a problem, what happened to minding their fucking business.
If there is anything I hate soo bad and can't tolerate; it's bullying, rudeness and exploitation.
I can't stand them...at all. It blows my fuse off in nanoseconds..and I can sense that it's pretty common here. Because tell me why an assistant as tiny as that-no offense to her- would have to carry such, I mean what happened to your hands.
And why would you give someone you haven't even met before such looks???. Well ....they should just wait until I'm ready to give out fucks because right now I'm currently out of fucks to give. Bastards.
I stepped out of the elevator to my floor. It wasn't busy unlike the other floors I had seen. I don't think there are up to ten people up here. I greeted the few people I saw and sauntered into my office trying as hard as possible to show no sweat.
I must admit, this poker face exercise is strange to me but according to Karen, I have to get used to it and probably create a menacing one to make our oppositions shiver.
I did think she was just being dramatic at that time but with what I've seen here today...in just few minutes. It is a necessity.
My office walls were all made of glass which made me very uncomfortable. I've always loved my space. Without intrusions and whatnot, but this.. this was more than twenty steps ahead from what I'm comfortable with.
My desk was really dark, shiny and strong. Just like his. My seat was really comfortable atleast and fitted me perfectly. I looked around the office in satisfaction. Asides from the see through walls. I loved it.
What I loved the most about the office were the floor to ceiling windows. I was scared to approach them first but after some exercises I took some steps forward. The view was amazing. It felt like I could see everything. I wonder what it looks like at night-.
"I see you like your office."
It was Raymond. He was here. I took a slightly deep breath so he wouldn't notice and let it out then turned to face him.
"Yeah, I love it. It's...good" I said trying to keep my voice as normal as possible. He wasn't even three steps away from me but I could feel his heat, see his pecs through the dark red dress shirt he wore.
"Including the walls?" He said taking few steps closer to me. I wanted to go backwards but my feet wouldn't budge. What the fuck guys? Will you guys really leave me out here to dry? His cologne was feeling my nostrils with its goodness and my brain gradually going blank.
I need space from this hot sexy irresistible fellow.
"I..uh." I sighed. He stopped coming closer. He looked at me with concern.
"Is anything the problem? Are you not ready to work?" He said leaning on the table. Now my table would smell like him.. fucking perfect.
"No, everything is fine." My feet finally moving. I moved closer to the window touching it. My fear for it completely disappeared. " I don't like the walls, honestly. It's .. or they are too revealing. I like my space and privacy."
"I'm sorry about that. I would have given you another office but there are no other free offices on this floor in, going to another floor continuously won't be easy for you, will it?"
"No, it wouldn't. But I can manage. The view compensates for that." I turned back, facing the windows completely. They were mesmerizing enough to take my mind and body away from him.
"Alright then, wanted to see how you had settled in. We have a meeting in an hour. Prepare and don't forget to bring in a note pad. I like your dress."
With that he walked out of my office. I was dumbfounded. Crimson red!!! Thank God I wasn't facing him. He couldn't see my face at the moment. That would be catastrophic.
I'm glad he liked it though.
I'm naughty, I know.