I had to attend a meeting today in place of Mordechai. It wasn't too important and all I had to do was take notes and report back to him. He could've gone himself but I was the 'assistant' so I had to do what I was told.I sat in my office hoping to finish off these documents before the day ends. I found four already that needed to be typed over and the rest only needed to be stamped. As I sat there, the door was immediately pushed open without even a knock.
A woman came in before closing it and glaring at me. I realized she was the same person who I saw in the extra short skirt when I just came here. I caught a few glimpses of her a few times either leaving Mordechai's office or just casually strolling around. Her office was the third one on this floor.
I felt somewhat confused and irritated as she started walking around looking here and there. We have never exchanged words before because I could tell from her eyes that she despised me. I didn't know why and I wasn't planning on caring. As long as I am doing my job nothing else matters.
"I'm Tiffany. Tiffany Wellington to be exact. We have never spoken before but forgive me, I only socialize with very important people and most times I'm busy helping Mordechai managing this business. I calculate the sales and other important things", she said but I just stared at her with a bland expression.
Just great, one more cocky person to deal with. I also noticed that she called him Mordechai and not Mr. Lenetti or boss. Perhaps it was a privilege of having the same arrogance as him.
"What do you want?", I say easing back into my chair when I noticed that she wasn't planning on leaving. I wasn't intimated by her and if she was planning on bullying someone who just started working here, it won't be me. She looked me up and down before her face twisted into disgust.
"Let me get to the point then, stay away from him. I can already tell that you have your eyes on him, maybe even dreaming about him. He's too good for you and why would he want to be with someone who doesn't even have their own apartment?. Someone who can't even afford to dress decent enough to show that they actually work for someone as wealthy as him. You're his personal assistant and that doesn't mean you should start to develop personal feelings!".
She was out of her mind. She couldn't possibly think that I wanted Mordechai!. And who the hell was her to judge me?. I swear sometimes I would go insane if I stayed around people like her for too long. It's like they feed off of my energy.
"First of all I could care less about you and your status, next I don't want-
The door to my office opened and Mordechai came in looking between me and her with furrowed eyebrows. I calmed myself down and took a seat in my chair before turning around to my desk and continued working.
"What's going on here?", he asked but I didn't look at him.
"She was on her phone so I thought she was slacking off and gave her a small talk", Miss goodie two shoes said and that's when I snapped my head towards her.
Not only was she delusional but also a big liar.
She had this evil smile on her face and if it wasn't for God and my dignity I would've scratched that smile off her face with my nails. I never felt like I wanted to do something painful to anyone as much as her.
"What's your problem?. First you insult me because you think your wealth makes you above me and then you tell a lie on me?. If you have problems I suggest you try to work them out instead of taking them out on humble people", I replied as I felt a satisfaction when her smile fade instantly.
One point for Vanessa!.
"I need to speak with Miss Collins alone", Mordechai said as he glared at me. I had to stop myself from just groaning and walking out. Tif, that's what I'll be calling her from now on, walked out slamming the door shut.

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