Millionaire's Hot Secretary

Chapter 5

~ IMOGEN MARK ~

I had woken up this morning as early as I could. I couldn't bear to get into trouble with that asshole of a boss. 

I had worn a knee-length grey pencil skirt with a black shirt tucked into it and a grey blazer, with a pair of matching white stiletto heels and a white handbag which had fake diamond designs around it. My shoulder-length blonde hair had been dyed into black last night with hair extension to make it fall all the way down to just above my butt. My thin lips were covered in thick wine lipstick, making my electric blue eyes seem like they were shining brighter than ever. 

I didn't bother to depend on Nikita for a ride to work but hired a taxi driver to pick me up every morning.

With a grin on, I patted myself on the back for achieving my goal of arriving early to work today.

I strutted into the company. "Good morning, Sarah." I winked at her. 

She widened her eyes,obviously shocked to see me at this early hour of the morning. "Imogen?" She rubbed her eyes. "It truly is you." 

I smiled smugly and got into the elevator. It took me to the 68th floor. After the doors reopened, I strutted out of it and opened the lock of our office door. 

With a proud smile still o , I got in. My smile dropped when I realized that Hames was already in his seat. My eyebrows furrowed at that. "Wh–what?!" I exclaimed. My jaw dropped. 

"Miss Mark?" He looked equally surprised to see me. 

"How are you earlier than me?" 

"I'm a very busy man and wouldn't waste my time sleeping away. I see you tried your best to come early this time. Good job." Was that really a compliment from him I just heard? 

I regained my composure. "Good morning, sir." I greeted politely. Jeez, when did I ever become this polite? 

He only hummed a response and opened his laptop, hitting its keys really fast. 

I hurried to my office and hung my bag on my bag holder, taking out all the necessary files from it and my office tablet. 

I received a call from Hames through the intercom. "Bring me coffee." He said and immediately ended it before I could reply. 

I strolled out of my office, casting a glance at him before I left, making sure to leave the door open, then hurried to the kitchen.

I prepared coffee and poured it into two mugs. One for myself, obviously. 

I returned to the office and placed the tray on his table. 

He peered at both mugs for a while then cast a glance at me, picked one up then dismissed me with a wave of his hand. If I had expected a 'thank you' then I was probably dumb and hopeless. 

I retrieved the second mug from the tray, strided to the door to lock it then returned to my office. I plopped myself on the chair then spent the next few minutes soothing myself with the magnificent taste of coffee. Its hotness burnt my tongue just the way I loved it. 

I set the mug aside and took my office laptop out to start working on it. I ensured that I had cancelled all his appointments or meetings for today. I heaved a sigh when I confirmed that I had indeed cancelled them all. I couldn't bear the torture of accidentally not cancelling at least one of them. 

I finalized his schedule for next week, fixing some of today's appointments to next week. I sent the schedule to his email address then printed it out. A silent groan escaped me when I realized that I had to see his damn frigid face again.