I Won't Fall For You | ✔️

▪︎\\Chapter Seventeen

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 suddenly swung open without so much as a knock.

A woman stepped in, closed it behind her, and glared at me. I realized she was the same one I'd seen wearing that extra short skirt when I first came here. I'd caught glimpses of her a few times since, either leaving Mordechai's office or casually strolling around. Her office was the third one on this floor.

I felt both confused and irritated as she started walking around, looking here and there. We had never exchanged words, but I could tell from her eyes that she despised me.

I didn't know why, and I wasn't planning to care. As long as I did my job, nothing else mattered.

She stopped pacing, and took a stance in front of me.

"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 asked, leaning 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. 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 walked in, his brows furrowed as he looked between me and her.

I swallowed my anger, forcing myself to stay calm as I sank into my chair. Turning back to my desk, I tried to focus on my work, though my pulse was still racing.

"What's going on here?" he asked, but I didn't spare him a glance.

"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 with my nails. I never felt like I wanted to do something painful to anyone as much as her.