Obsessed {Kaan Urgancioglu X Reader Y/N} {Yandere}

Chapter 4 - First Day

Y/N

   It's a beautiful fall morning, and I did not a wink of sleep last night. All I did was search up more on Mr. Urgancıoğlu and his company. When I walk into the building, the lady at the front desk asks my name, and then tells me to sit down while she calls for someone on the phone. Soon, a lady named Ms. Yavuz walks up to me. She is a tall and slim lady who carries herself with confidence. To be honest, I am very intimidated by her. She look at me stoically and tells me to follow her. As the elevator doors close, Ms. Yavuz keeps her gaze forward, but says point blank, "As Mr. Urgancioglu's personal assistant, you will stay next to him at all times, until the work day is over. The only time you are allowed to be away is when he had directed you to do so. Your job will be to assist him in everything he needs. So, you will not only run errands for him, but you will also schedule his meetings, accompany him to all meetings, and manage the calls to his office. Tardiness of any kind will result in your dismissal from this company. There will be nights when you will be required to work overtime. Understand that these night are not optional, they are mandatory. Furthermore, since you are the personal assistant to the head of this company, then you must dress accordingly. Dresses that are above the knees are strictly prohibited, as well as dresses that show off any excess cleavage. This company supplies our consumers with oil and gas, not floozies. Is this all clear to you Miss Y/N?" With all the confidence I can muster, I reply, "Yes ma'am." Just then, the elevator doors open, and we walk out into the thirteenth floor and directly through a door with Mr. Urgancıoğlu's Office engraved into it. It leads into a room with a small sitting area and a medium sized desk. Past this area is another door is another door with just Mr. Urgancıoğlu's name on it. Ms. Yavuz walks up to the door and knocks on it gently. "Come in," a voice says on the other side. Ms. Yavuz opens the door and motions for me to go in before her. As I walk in, I am struck by the bright morning sun shining radiantly through the window walls. Mr. Urgancıoğlu's office is very big. I was expecting it to be a dull space, with just grey and black furniture. However, I am wrong. Starting from where I am standing in the back to front, there are brown book shelves lining the wall behind me. In front of them is a little sitting are with two forest green, cushioned chairs on either side of a glass, coffee table. At the end of the room is Mr. Urgancıoğlu's desk. It is really big and has a ton of maps and blueprints scattered on it. In front of his desk are two more cushioned chairs, however, these are a deep red color, as apposed to the four green ones behind me. "This is Miss Y/N, Mr. Urgancıoğlu, your new personal assistant," Ms. Yavuz says. Upon hearing my name, Mr. Urgancıoğlu raises his head and looks at me. Ms. Yavuz also looks at me and gestures for me to speak. "Uh, hello Mr. Urgancıoğlu," is all I manage to say. I can't think of anything else at the moment. Mr. Urgancıoğlu continues to look at me as he thanks Ms. Yavuz and tells her that she can go. After she has completely left the office, Mr. Urgancıoğlu looks back down at his papers. Hesitantly, I ask, "What may I do to assist you Mr. Urgancıoğlu?" He looks up again and asks, "Do you know how to organize files?" Furrowing my eyebrows, I reply, "Yes, I do. Are they digital, or are you wanting me to organize physical files into a cabinet?" He smiles and answers, "They are digital. Finding a place to save physical files would be to much of an unnecessary task. So, since you seem confident, you can go to your desk in the next room and begin sorting the files by the quantity of how much oil is purchased by the person in each file. All the flash drives are in one of the drawers at your desk." I nod my head and walk out the room into my office area and get to work. The time flies by and I get so immersed into organized the files that I don't even hear the phone ringing. It isn't until Mr. Urgancıoğlu walks out of his office and answers the phone himself that I finally notice it. He looks at me with frustration and continues to listen to the person on the phone. When the call ends, he simply tells me to mark October twenty-second as a day that he has a committee meeting in Kayseri. After that, he walks back into his part of the office and shuts the door.

Mr. Urgancıoğlu

"How incompetent can one person be?" I think to myself as I run my fingers through my hair. Even though I am frustrated at her inability to multitask, I can't help myself from looking at her through the window of the wall that separates our two working areas. I never wanted a personal assistant, because I tend to work better alone and feel better about something when I do it myself. However, I agreed to hiring one to oblige my father. He thinks that life will be easier for me if I have someone there to do all the inconsequential tasks for me. This girl of an assistant might not make my job easier if she continues this way, but there is something about her that makes the world around me freeze. I run my fingers through my hair again and shake my head, before returning back to my work.