PROLOGUE

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                        AMELIA
I stepped carefully on my heels. Damn this heels. How do people manage to walk about in this nightmare? I looked at my wristwatch gosh!!
this heels are gonna make me late. I adjusted my handbag and stepped into the elevator praying fervently that nobody joins me. Thank God! no-one joined.Just as I was about to step out of the elevator hurriedly, I bumped into a dude. My handbag fell and I would have joined my bag in the ground when I felt strong arms around me to prevent me from falling. I regained my composure and looked at the guy. Oh LA LA he was....... Okay that's not important right now.I fixed him my harshest glare and spat " Do you walk around with your eyes at the back of your head? Or where you not taught simple courtesy. You wait for the people in the elevator to step out first before you get in.Obviously you were wiping drool out of your face when the instructor was talking.Christ! Wipe that silly confused look off your pretty face you look like a zombie right out of walking dead.Fortunately for you I have an interview to attend and I would rather not waste my time on dimwits like you."
     I picked my handbag up and stomped out of the hot dudes presence. I looked at the mirror and arranged my hair. I hope I am not already already late.I walked up to the receptionist and gave her my fakest smile. "I'm here for the interview for the post of a secretary.
   "Your name please "
    "Amelia Russel "
     "Miss Russel please go straight to the right and join the rest in waiting. The boss will interview you and your counterparts himself.
    God I really hope I get this job. And when I do get it I'm gonna flaunt it in their fakeass faces.
So this is the first draft. What do you think. Please vote and comment. P. S I don't live in America and I write British English so just in case you think the spelling are wrong you should know this.

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