It was him.
My Felix.
The Felix I grew up with.
The one who made me safe.
It was a grown up version of my Felix.
I was dumbfounded.
I didn't know if he knew I was his employee, if he knew I worked here, how he would react if he sees me.
All I know it i was so happy to see my Felix safe and sound and right in front of my eyes.
He presented his speech in a deep voice showing dominance, his stance commanding attention with a god like face and smooth skin.
After the general announcement was made with lots of girls swooning over him, he had a meeting with the administrative, marketing, finance and human resource department instantly firing people that were not efficient.
Studying him closely, he had changed.
He was really cold and even scary.
He was really impatient firing people and putting up vacancies.
He kept on scolding the marketing and finance team and in a few minutes, hundreds of workers were fired with interviews scheduled to take place on Wednesday.
Then his eyes met mine across the room.
He looked away and maintained eye contact with me, properly scrutinizing me.
Some efficient and productive people were promoted.
The meeting room was really suffocating.
Then he made everyone introduce themselves.
Well I was still in shock, I knew his parents were rich but I never knew his surname. I didn't think I could encounter him in the same office I worked with him as my boss.
That day everyone worked even after work had ended till late at night around 7pm.
Lots of people were frustrated.
The next day, a list was published.
List of the names of the promoted people and fired people.
And I was promoted.
I had no idea why I was promoted to the position of his personal assistant.
I mean I just started working 3 months ago.
I was very confused.
Was it because of our old friendship?
Was I being favoured even after I left him?
My mind was clouded with questions.
All I know is I would get my answer when I started working.
And I did.
How I wish I wasn't promoted.
My first day working as Felix's personal assistant was really tiring, exhausting and frustrating.
Felix was just never satisfied.
He acted worse than a stranger, worse than a moody boss and worse than someone who was bipolar.
When I got into the office feeling happy and joyful because my best friend was back, thinking I could talk to him, I was wrong. Dead wrong
First Felix scolded me, saying I was 1 min late to his office, talking about how he likes his employees to be punctual. I was to arrive by exactly 7am.
Then I got the timetable I had to work with listing how my day was supposed to look like.
Every morning, a very hot, freshly brewed coffee from the cafe was to be delivered to his office. Then his schedule which must have been prepared before that day was supposed to be delivered to him with me taking care of clients, meetings and scheduling appointments.
Very easy right?
Well you are totally wrong.
It seemed easy, just get a fresh steaming cup of coffee.
The problem wasn't the coffee, the problem was the cafe which was at least a 15 minutes walk from the office building and a 10 minutes drive because there was always traffic. Then for me to get to Felix office in the humongous building was an extra 5 minutes approximately. Leading to me delivering the coffee 20 minutes after.
Felix was surely supposed to accept the coffee right?
Well I was wrong. Dead wrong.
First he ignored me, treating me like he had never known me in his life speaking very formally and all. I thought he was trying to put me at arms length because he doesn't mix work with his personal life. Well that was the excuse I gave myself in order not to overthink.
Then he spits out the coffee I had delivered later that day, saying it was too cold and then pours the rest of the almost untouched coffee on my shoes telling me to go get him another coffee. I was shocked.
What was I supposed to do?
Why was he being rude?
Then I tried getting a coffee from the cafe in the building so it could still be hot only to be met with Felix's angry face after he took a sip out of it.This time the coffee wasn't spilled on me, rather it was flung around the office with Felix storming out, telling me to clean his office in an authoritative voice.
I mean technically it was my fault wasn't it?
I should have just stuck to the cafe he gave me and I should have gone quickly.
This led to me spending the whole day in Felix's office not doing any work but rather cleaning the spilled coffee.
I know what you must be thinking - it was just a spilled coffee what's the big deal.
Well the coffee wasn't just spilled on the floor, it was spilled on the furniture and in some files.
Maybe not some files but rather a massive heap of files.
When he saw the destroyed files, he immediately told me to retype and print the files.
I was devastated.
After spending the whole day typing thinking it was time for me to go home, Felix made me stay back in order to complete his schedule and do my work.
I got home around 10pm and I was met with my stepmum's livid face telling me that I was whoring myself around. She threatened to tell my dad this fake information leading me to realise that my life was just getting harder.