'Noted. Boss.' (GirlxGirl) (BossxIntern)

Chapter 3 - Your Sloppiness

*an impression of Ms Osis ^^^*

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Ms Osis is indeed a workaholic.

Last Saturday morning, I sent her the picture of my assistant schedule, in an hour, she replied to me with notes on the picture, asking me to revise it.

I ended up spending my precious Saturday night working, exchanging emails with my boss.

I couldn't express how relieved I felt when I saw her reply being a single 'Received'. Maybe she also felt tired correcting my schedule and gave up.

I spent my Sunday sleeping and recharging, ignoring the outer world altogether.

I actually enjoy being alone sometimes, staying at home, doing some reading or meditating.

Modern life can be overwhelming, and I need my safe space.

*Zoom-zoom*

The sound of my mobile vibrations brings me back to the tube I'm standing in. It's my dad calling.

'Hola, Papá.' I pick up, trying to sound cheerful.

'How was your first week, Beti? You didn't call. We're worried.'

Ah, bloody heck...I totally forgot to call my parents. I don't call them regularly, but I did promise to talk to them about my placement.

'Sorry, I was having a crazy week.' I sigh, 'But it's alright. Don't worry. And you should be sleeping right now!'

My parents and my younger brother are living in Singapore right now because of my dad's diamond company, which means it's an eight-hour time difference between us.

'Alright, I am about to. Your mum is snoring already. Good night.' He sounds a bit helpless, which is quite amusing.

I chuckle, 'Good night. Tell Mama I love her and I'll call soon, okay?'

'Yes. Talk soon. Bye, Beti.' He hangs up.

My dad has always been the stereotypical father figure—traditional, serious, and bad at expressing affection.

Other than that, he's a brilliant dad. He always made time for my brother and I when we were living in the Netherlands and when he started his own company in Singapore.

Also, he and my mum (who is the opposite of my dad) both took it quite well when I told them I am a lesbian on my 15th birthday.

Well, he is still adjusting to this fact now, but at least when I sometimes bring up my dating life, he doesn't say anything.

I consider myself to be quite blessed to not have to be fighting for my sexuality at home.

Thank you, God.

I think gratefully as I enter the Angus Arts, feeling refreshed for the day. Not a blue Monday.

I have now grown a habit of leaving for work at 8.30 am after my disastrous first day.

The five-minute tube ride plus five-minute walking give me enough time to settle up and enjoy the half-impressed-half-annoyed look on Ms Osis's face.

I don't know when exactly she comes into the office, but I guess not much earlier than I because when I come in, she's still standing beside her desk, about to take off her long black coat.

Today, she's wearing a light blue blouse and black high-waist wide-leg suit trousers. 

The buttons above her chest are untucked, revealing some of her chest and cleavage. Her trousers just carve the line of her behind perfectly.