YOU'RE MINE BABY!

Chapter 22

Amelia POV

We stayed silent in the elevator. He looked very angry, it's made me scare so step back a little. A couple of suits got in the elevator with us.

"Goodmorning Mr.Windsor!" They greet him, he just nod his head didn't say anything. I gulped.

The others got out, it's just two of us left. We continue our silent. I was too scare to speak to him.

The elevator stop on our floor, "Get Bradley on the phone," he barked before he gets out.

I quickly pick up my pace to the desk, called Mr.Bradley and connect him to  Mr.Windsor. Ten mintues later Mr.Bradley came to Mr.Windsor office. He looked disturb. I hear lout voice from Mr.Windsor office. Mr.Windsor's shouting at Mr.Bradley.

"DO YOUR JOB! I CAN'T DO EVERYTHING AROUND HERE. YOU SUPPOSE TO SENT IT YESTERDAY."

"GET OUT!!!"

Mr.Bradley came out his face is red like tomato. Shinny tomato more like with his bald spot on top of his head.

"MIA!"

My head snap to Mr.Windsor's loud shout. I run in his office.

He was sitting at his desk.

"Type this report. Have it done it ten minutes." He hand me a file without looking at me. In ten minutes?

"Yes, sir!" I didn't even bother calling him Henry. Jerk!

I hurried to my desk and start cracking on the report. Everyone in my fanily knows that I get nervous when I'm in pressure. I had answer calls while I'm typing. On the last page of report, I forgot to save. It's gone.

"Fuck Fuck!!!" I cursed putting my hands on my head.

"MIA!" He shout.

"Are you done?" His eyes fixing on me.

"I'm almost done Mr.Windsor. I'm sorry. I accidently deleted the last page."

"I gave you a simple job. Why's that so difficult for you. Go!" He barked.

I almost sob but I control myself. I've never been scole by a stranger in my life. Not even from my teachers. I went back to my desk and type again. My hands are shanking.

I gave him the report. I stand for three minutes while he read. Suddently he slam his fist on the desk making me jump.

"This is all wrong. I asked you to do one thing. The last page is all wrong." He ripped the paper. 

He hand me the last report "Do it right this time!"

What's his problem? Did someone piss in his coffee this morning?

I did it right this time and gave it to him.

"Make two copies of this. Give on copy to Bradley and one to the 11th floor." His voice is still harsh. 

I didn't say anything I kept a straight face.

I went to 9th floor and made a copy. Give one to Mr.Bradley.

"Henry's in bad mood today. Do you know anything about it?" He asked.

"I don't know Mr.Bradley. He's seem fine till yesterday evening."

I left and went to 11th floor give the document. I went back to my desk. He called my desk and told me to arrange a meeting at 10:30 am. I did exactly as he ask. No more mistake from now on.

At meeting I sit in a corner away from him and took notes. Our eyes met once in a while, when it does I avoid my eyes from him. I didn't felt any heart thumping, those weird butterflies wings flapping feeling in my tummy anymore. It's all gone. I hate him.