On His Terms

○×11,12:risque bosses & chilly coffees○×

<I'm sorry what language are you speaking? It sounds like bullshit.>

|Jadesola|

FOR THE nth time since I'd been ushered into my office, if it could actually be called that, I cast another evil glare at my desk. If the desk was living and looks could kill, it would have been a sooty pile of ash. What the hell was all this?

Lifting my bag off the dusty table and onto the ground, I sought out a cloth to wipe the desk off. Painted sterile white, my office was Alice's former office, obviously, seeing as I was replacing her. It was quite small, the only objects occupying it, my desk, a couple of shelves and a chair for visitors to sit on while they waited for their appointment time. Apart from all that, the place was wack. The fool hadn't even requested for a revamp.

If not for the telephone, pens and the thick notebook situated on it, my so-called desk was almost bare. Where was the printer? The copier and all the necessary equipment a personal assistant was meant to possess? If I didn't have all that, how then was I meant to work? How exactly?!

I let the piece of cloth drop from my hand, enraged. The things I ached to do to that bastard, Kian. He thought that him employing me as his slave would weaken my resolve? Well, I would show him that he'd just made the worst mistake ever. I would have a really good time working as his P.A. He just didn't know what was coming his way yet.

A devious smile curled on my lips as I bent to pick up the rag, my mind replaying through the events that had taken place yesterday. Kian had been so shocked to see Chloe, the look of disbelief on his face making me gloat in utmost satisfaction. Even as he had tried to keep up with the flow, I knew he hadn't been happy that I had brought Chloe in.

Call me sneaky but when I'd excused myself out yesterday, I had called Chloe with my phone, told her to rush in to represent me. Then, I'd pretended to be Alicia (as luck would have it, she wasn't around), using the office's phone to tell the receptionist to let Chloe in.

I smirked yet again, folding the rag and placing it in a corner of the dreary office. At least, the dude hadn't won me hands down. Next time, he would think of all the possibilities before he executed any plan whatsoever.

Now sitting, I whipped out my phone. Fuck his stupid rule which said no pressing phones. Like I would blindly obey him.

A text from Chloe caught my eyes. Clicking it open, I read: How's it going, Kian's p.a? *smirks*

Me: Horrible. Truly horrible. And don't call me his p.a. I hate it here and I hate him, he's an ass. Anyways, grl, what about Harlow's bank lawyer? I hope that the lawsuit they were about to file next week is not going to happen anymore, yeah?

Her reply came instantly.

Chloe: I've talked to them and yes, they're no longer filing any lawsuit against you. Also, you and Mr. Fields will get to sign the contract soon. I'll also ask him if he can give you half of the money next week. To placate your other debt owners.

I began typing: Okay, that's grand. The goat should better do so. Just about to click send, the office telephone rang. Talk of the omo ale jati jati. Who else but that annoying imbecile, Kian?

A sneer on my face, I stretched my hands out and picked it up. 'Hello? Jadesola Anyalewechi speaking."

"Get in my office right now,'' a gruff, commanding voice met my ears then went off.

Get in my office right now. Who did he think he was? I stared at the device in my hands, wishing I could strangle the fool with its line cords. If only wishes could materialize into existence. If only.