Perfect Game ENG

Alyssa

While I'm waiting for the perfect double-milk espresso, I'm reviewing today's stock market news. I'm staring a little longer at the most influential bachelors column, and then suddenly my name is called up by a young clerk. With a quick step I approach the wooden counter and reach for drinks. A young girl hands me extra napkins, and I stare at her much longer than I should have. Her hair is glued to her forehead, and drops of sweat can be noticed with the naked eye. I look behind my shoulder and curl to see the crowd waiting for my order. My eyes are on the wall clock, which is pointing a few minutes past eight. Like I'm burned, I'm ripping the shopkeeper's napkins and taking two coffees off the I quickly push my shoulders through angry people, offering a brief apology. I'm three blocks away from work, but I don't see any taxis, so he decides to run, tripping over his own legs. Don't get me wrong. I like sports, but running in heels on a pavement is not the most pleasant thing. Monday mornings are a real horror. In the distance you can hear the alternating sounds of horns, and the weather does not spoil us. When I reach the glass object, I fix my blonde hair and enter this vibrant building.
The entire lobby is covered with white and light wood. Everything is perfect in its own way. I pull out my badge and head for the elevators. Even the inside is breathtaking. Gold goes hand in hand with white, and a huge mirror adds space. I pick the tenth floor and look in the mirror, assessing the damage of morning jogging. The cream suit is intact, but the hair is saggy and the cheeks are pink. Suddenly I remember two cups of coffee that are as cold as ice. Great. I'm sure the boss will appreciate a late assistant with an ice-cold espresso. I hide the strands of hair behind my ear and step out of the elevator. I get dozens of voices in the morning, and I curl mercilessly. I take a quick step down the hallway and pass my co-workers, saying a quick hello.
My office is much larger than the rest of the staff, for which I am immensely grateful. With an I.D. on my neck, I attach it to the device. I take off my coat and rush to the office next door, where my boss is.
When I knock on the door, silence responds to me. Surprised, I quietly open the door and walk inside. My boss, Joshua Green, is lying on the couch with his legs bent. He's a tall man, so the sight of a giant on such a small couch is hilarious. His black jacket was perfectly suspended over the chair. The white shirt adheres to his chest, and the black tie has been loosened, but is still in the perfect position. You could say Joshua likes things to have their own place. His lush brown hair is in a terrible mess, but it adds charm to him. I approach closer and carefully put a cold coffee on the table, hoping not to wake him up. That'll give me an advantage - he'll wake up and blame himself for the coffee being cold. The plan is perfect. I take a final look at his face and notice that his nose is slightly crooked, and usually a tense jaw, replaced by a mild facial expression. I can appreciate a man's beauty, and I can safely say that Green is a handsome son of a bitch. Despite his miraculous appearance, he never sent dirty looks to his employees. I've also been very strict about not mixing work with pleasure. It's over, period.
- I feel watched - she speaks in a deep voice, and I squeak surprised.
- Jesus. - I grab my heart and take two steps back. - I thought you were asleep.
- I was waiting for my espresso - he says in a tired voice and rises quickly.
He takes coffee off the table, and I pull out my phone, logging into the mailbox, confirming and rejecting dozens of his meetings today. Meanwhile, I give him a quick glance as he takes a sip of coffee. His eyes don't express anything until I can see that grimace for a split second. She's fucking cold, I know that. He quickly wears it off and starts massaging his temples.
But Joshua Green won't say anything. He's professional and polite enough not to draw his assistant's attention to a shitty coffee. Anyway, my boss isn't the kind of guy I'd want to stick a heel up his ass. What is it, it's not. He can be annoying in his own way, but he's not rude. He's a quiet, yet demanding boss who paid attention to my actions. His instructions were cautious and he was the only one of the many employers I worked for who seemed interested in what I had to say about the company.
- Anderson confirmed the meeting? - the boss's voice is ripping me off, so I'm quick to shake my head off.
- Not yet. His assistant's supposed to let me know today - I'm throwing myself out fast, and he just nods.
Thomas Anderson is a man in his forties, one of the best developers in the country. Doing business with him means international success. It so happens that Joshua has been planning to buy his several plots for several months, which are useless. I told him from the beginning that Anderson was no ordinary businessman. He's a man of honor, a family man who's hard to convince. I've done my own research, and as far as I know, Thomas values family warmth and is keen on meeting businessmen who know what family life is. Which is the complete opposite of my boss. Joshua, however, insisted that I make an appointment. I've been flooding Thomas' secretary with phone calls for weeks. Luckily, she's so professional she hasn't blocked me yet. Yesterday, I went to the last resort. I bribed her with the only valuable thing in my closet - Louboutin heels.
Suddenly we are surprised by a voice coming from the intercom.
- Dude, how long do I have to wait for you? Oh, Mrs. Hendrix, that was rude - Peter throws, and I laugh.
I look at Joshue and see him closing his eyes, preparing for his brother's entrance. Suddenly the office door opens and Peter and Mrs. Hendrix, our beloved receptionist, appear on the doorstep. She worked with their dad, but when he retired, she decided to stay.
- Get me that savage! - says the receptionist, correcting her glasses and leaving the office.
I burst out laughing, which catches the attention of both men.
- Good morning doll - says Peter to me and lets an eye, which causes the grunting of the boss.
I've noticed Joshua doesn't like it when people show tenderness.
- He's throwing at him, and he's rattling.
- Some work - Joshua answers and looks at me. - Alyssa, you can go now - she says gently, and I nod.
As soon as I retire from the office, he stops me, so I turn my head.
- Yes? - I ask genuinely curious.
- Don't bring me coffee tomorrow - he throws freely, but in his eyes I see sparks.
I stand surprised, but after a moment I withdraw cautiously, and then I rush.
Did he just make a joke?