My Insufferable Boss

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My slumber was interrupted by the alarm clock ringing in my ear instantly making me groan. I pull the covers over my head. Please shut up, I don't want to leave my bed today, Monday mornings are really the worse especially in the winters I just don't ever want to leave the comfort of my warm bed. I just want to go back to sleep.

My alarm kept going off agitating me. Can you tell I'm not a morning person? I couldn't afford to be late on a Monday so I slowly roll out of bed and turn the alarm off. It was 7:39 am yet It was still pretty dark out. I decided against taking a warm shower as that would probably make me even lazier instead I pour myself a glass of juice before picking out an outfit.

I put on a pair of black leg warmers then a pair of thick winter stockings. On top of that I wore a maroon high neck sweater dress that covered my calves a fell a few inches above my ankles and topped it with my favorite black coat and of course can't survive without my signature black wedge heels. I put my brown curly locks in a bun, a few strands of my hair covering my face casually. I put on my usual work makeup look which consisted of BB cream, some concealer to mask the dark circles, mascara, minuscule amount of blush on my nose and cheeks to give my face a little color so I don't look pale followed by my favorite nude lipstick.

Luckily, my office is only a 10-minute walk from my apartment. I need to be there by 9 and It's almost 8:30. I also need to stop at Dunkin Donuts beforehand to get coffee for myself and my boss.

Stepping into the building I greet my fellow colleagues checking the time on my phone, it's 8:58. The line at Dunkin really held me back. Hope I make it into his office before 9. C'mon can these elevators move any slower, I tap my feet in annoyance. I make it to my floor and quickly set my bag down on my desk along with my coat. I knock on the door and hear a come-in before stepping inside my boss's office.

Mr. Nayel was standing by the window looking outside when I walked in, he probably saw me sprinting into the building like a loser and laughing to himself. He's a total sadist, he lives off people's misery especially mine.

"Good morning Mr. Nayel, your coffee," I said causing him to turn around.

Nayel Jefferson was quite a catch on paper. He was a 36-year-old self-made millionaire, a kickass lawyer who hasn't lost a case in 10 years and he wasn't bad to look at either. With piercing brown eyes and black hair and tan skin alongside an impressive lean muscular physique, by societal standards, he was the ideal man.

I walk over to him and hand him his cup of coffee, he is 6'4 and practically towers over me at my 5'6 frame. Mr. Nayel takes a sip and forthwith a scowl plastered across his face, "It's cold Maria, if I wanted cold coffee I would've asked you to get me cold coffee" he snaps harshly.

"I'm sorry sir," I say biting my lower lip not wanting to fight back. I have been working as his assistant for a year and a half and to say I abhor working for him would be an understatement. He is so difficult and rude, he's a jerk. I can't stand him and I know he's not my biggest fan either but we both know we depend on each other.

I actually enjoy working at Jefferson Legal Co, I'm learning plenty about the legal sector, the work is honestly so fulfilling, it's what I've wanted to do since high school, and working here is very impressive for my resume. Not to mention the I'm paid very generously and living in central New York what could be better? I like my job and if it weren't for my boss being an entitled asshole this would be my dream job. Mr. Nayel on the other hand has never had an assistant last as long as me it's because I tolerate his attitude and not to toot my own horn but I'm a very good worker. I'm hardworking and devoted, I never miss deadlines and he knows he cannot afford to lose me but he doesn't like my personality for some unearthly reason. Maybe because I'm not ill-mannered like him, I'm not saying I'm perfect but I have done nothing but be nice to him but whatever. We are like water and oil we simply don't mix.