Redamancy | 𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐇𝐘

2• First Day Of Work

Miss Jenny will be portrayed by Helena Bonham Carter

After about fourty minutes I made my way back to Mr. Murphy's office. When I returned he was sitting over on the couch. His gaze was set upon a book and he had a cigarette in his mouth.

Why must a man like him ruin his health by smoking?

I had not disturbed him so I just let him be and made my way over to my desk. I sat down and just organized a few things so I had enough space. I pulled out a small sketchbook from my bag. One that I use while on the go and get spontaneous inspiration. Today my inspiration was Cillian Murphy.

I drew him as he kept reading his book. Never moving his position which was perfect. He was the perfect drawing model. It only took me a few minutes to sketch him out. I was so focused on finishing the details that I hadn't noticed Mr. Murphy had gotten up. "What is that?" He asked, startling me as he leaned over the desk so get a closer look. I quickly closed my sketchbook. Hoping and praying he didn't see that I was drawing him.

"It's nothing! I was just sketching." I said fast and nervous. This made Mr. Murphy even more curious as he rose his brow.

"Can I take a look?" He asked. I stuttered trying to think of a response. But clearly I had taken too long because he had taken my book. I quickly got up as he walked away from me. I anxiously watched as he flipped through the pages. My mind went a hundred miles an hour in my thoughts.

Oh God. This is so embarrassing. He'll probably think I'm a weirdo and fire me. Oh no... I have nude sketches in there too. Thankfully just not of me.

I saw how his expressions changed with every page he turned to. He looked interested. "These are very good..." Then he stopped at one page. The page. Of him.

Instead of what I expected, Mr. Murphy slowly grew a smirk. Very smug in fact. His eyes went to me then back at the page. "You drew me?" He asked, walking closer back to me. I stood against the front of my desk. He stopped once he stood in front of me. He turned the sketch to me. "You were watching me that whole time?" He slightly laughed. I didn't answer. I'm too embarrassed. "You are very good. Maybe you can make me a piece one of these days." I looked up at him and he was smiling. He closed the book and set it by me on the desk. He still stood close infront of me. I breathed in and was intoxicated by his scent.

Then he stepped back a few steps. Probably realizing how close we were. "No need to be embarrassed love. I'm very flattered in fact. No one has ever cared to draw me before." Something about him unexpectedly calling me 'love' with his thick accent attracted me. Even though most people who come from Ireland use it often for every woman.

"Thank you. I'm glad you like it. I was worried you would have thought it was weird."

He shook his head. "No. Of course not. I love art."

For next few moments we had talked about art. The type of art he had liked and the types that I liked and that inspired me. He took a special interest in knowing my art and what I do. After our conversation I got back to work. I organized some papers I had retrieved from another floor and organized them into Mr. Murphy's file cabinets.

Once I had finished doing that it's was already pretty late. I was exhausted and I could tell Mr. Murphy was too. I was sitting at my desk on my laptop when Mr. Murphy called me over to his desk. "It's getting pretty late, how about you head out for the night. You can start tomorrow around nine. Thank you for all your help today." He gave me a warm smile and I returned one also.

"Your welcome." I grabbed my things before making my way out. "Goodnight Mr. Murphy."

"Miss Gonzalez?" I turned around to face him. "You can just call me Cillian from now on." Cillian. I like it.

"Oh. Okay. And you can just call me Lena."

"Lena. It's pretty." Mr. Murphy- I mean Cillian said. I blushed and turned back around.

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After I got home I took a shower and changed into pajamas. Then Miss Jenny came over to have some tea and talk about my first day at work. She was very curious how it was especially when I told her how handsome my new boss is.

"How old is he?" Miss Jenny asked. "Maybe you have chance." She playfully poked my arm and we both giggled like gossipy teens.

"I'm actually not sure. I think maybe in his thirties. And I really doubt I would have a chance. He's rich and handsome. He probably has a wife too."

Miss Jenny shook her head. "You are very beautiful Lena. You may not see it but anytime we go shopping I see how men stare at you. And you never know maybe this Cillian fellow is single. How about you search him up?" She said pushing my phone towards me.

I smiled, "I guess it wouldn't hurt." I opened up my phone and first tried to find him on any social media's. There was nothing. But then I entered his name in Google. The first article that popped up read, 'The most sexy and eligible bachelor's of New York'. I clicked in it and found Cillian on the list along with his picture.

"That's him." I showed the picture to Miss Jenny. She intently stared at the photo then back at me. Dramatically she waved her hand over her face. "He is one handsome man. How in the hell is he a bachelor?"

"No idea." I scrolled further down on the article. "Says, he has been in some relationships but never married."

"See! You may have a chance!" Miss Jenny nudged my shoulder. She then stood up. "I'm gonna go. Get some rest. Wear something sexy tomorrow." She winked.

We said our goodbyes and I made my way to my bedroom. For a while I just thought about Cillian and how maybe I could have a chance. Just maybe. But should I?... No.... I mean... for now. It would probably be best to stay professional. After all he was my boss. He was rich and I'm pretty well... poor-ish. Why would he notice me in that way?