My Nightmare Of a Boss

Chapter 4

Nia's POV

Quitting on the first day maybe isn't ideal but it really seems like the way to go now as I'm speeding in my car to ensure that I'm not late because I have no idea what my boss would do if I was.

But for God's sake it's after 8 in the night and I just left the office.

My feet rushed into the building while the security looked at me crazy for being there this late. And I mean why not, they have a reason, however mine makes no sense.

I was in such a hurry that I almost forgot to knock and could have possibly broken the first rule I was given and only God knows what my petty boss would have done.

Once I was invited in, I was met with my boss standing with a file flipping through and reading it intently.  I honestly couldn't bring myself to say anything out of fear that I would distract him.

"Ms. Richardson, I need you take care of those files on your desk I need everything typed and printed in the next hour and half and without mistake. We have a meeting tomorrow and I would appreciate it if everything is ready before then." he said his eyes still trained on the file.

"I don't remember a meeting for tomorrow in your schedule sir." I replied puzzled.

I remembered almost everything that he has scheduled from writing it down but I'm sure there was nothing for tomorrow. 

"My schedule can change at any time." he answered as if that was enough of an explanation.

It was not.

I've learned not to argue with him; he seems to always have a response for everything and I'm surely not going to lose an argument after nearly losing my mind because of him.

I simply started doing everything that was needed and was back to auto pilot mode. That seems to be my setting as soon as I sit behind my desk in this office.

But the only problem was I underestimated the amount of work that was given to me. As soon as I realized how much there was, I refuse to believe that I was only given an hour and half. 

But would I ask for more time. Nope.

I thought I was a fast worker but not fast enough apparently, because when the work was lessening it did not feel like it all.

The more I typed the more words appeared and I was beginning to suspect that the paper was magic and that my boss really was torturing me.  

Regardless however I was still working as hard and fast as possible and was finished by exactly the hour and half time.  

I quickly brought the printed files to my boss so he can look over it and release me from the prison that is this office.

He took the files from my hands without a word and just placed them on the table without even looking at them. 

He made me do all that work and now he won't even look over it so I can leave and go home to get some rest.

What is wrong with him.

I was lost in thought when he spoke.

"Get me a cup of coffee." he ordered.

'No please,' I thought.

"Do I need to say please to my assistant for her to do her job." he remarked.

Wait I said that out loud.

"Yes, you did, now before you say something stupid again, please go and get my coffee. Black no sugar. And before you think it and say it and become embarrassed again, I'll save you the trouble yes black like my heart and bitter." he confronted.

I stared at him wide-eyed and quickly nodded before making way over to the coffee maker to prepare the coffee.

While waiting for the coffee to get to the peak of perfection I stole a couple of glances at my boss. For someone whose office was a bedroom the first time I met him I would never have expected him to be this serious when it comes to his work. But he was really focused, I guess that's how he was able to become a CEO at such a young age.

Once the coffee was done, I poured the coffee and brought it to him. I was quite confident about it after all I've been told by many that my coffee was amazing.

I placed the cup on his desk, he paused his work for a moment and took a sip. He made a soft sound of approval in the back of his throat and for once I was confident and proud of myself while being close to him.

But after that I was not dismissed, but instead given more work to do and had to make 3 more cups of coffee.

By the time I got home I was beat and was only able to get 5 hours of sleep. It was a lot more than I thought I would be able to get though.

My work week after that went well, I was able to leave work on time and didn't get called back after work.

The meeting was cancelled though after all my hard work and once again I found out through my boss.

What was the point of having an assistant if you're appointments were being made through you.

I was so excited for the weekend I was gonna make the most of it and I by that I mean get enough sleep.

But of course, Claire had other plans and I was out on a Saturday shopping and then we headed to a restaurant.

This was to celebrate my new job and upcoming 'love story' as Claire called it.

I have no idea why she is so bent of me getting with my demon boss. If he isn't given me loads of work them, I'm continuously making coffee for him.

If I was evil, I would slip a couple sleeping pills in there but I highly doubt the devil sleeps so he wouldn't have been affected him in the least.

While out I did meet up with Martha by chance and she ended up joining me and Claire out on our little outing and celebration. 

"So, how's working with Mr. Andrews going?" she asked when we all sat down in the restaurant.

I looked at her and frowned. "Now I know why you wished me good luck on my first day." I replied, my frown deepening.

She chuckled. "Yeah, well now you know why he didn't have an assistant for very long. I'm surprised you last that long. He takes his work seriously and is over all a pleasant person when you're not in his presence. But he can be an asshole and that's on his good days." she stated lifting her cup to drink water from it.

Don't I know but I can't run, now can I?

"Nia won't give any details about your boss except for the fact that he's kinda a douchebag. So, is he hot?" Claire butted in with her useless curiosity.

Martha looked at her and smirked. "Let's just say if I was any younger, I would definitely try to get him in my bed so I can get and give head if you know what I mean." Martha answered giggling while Claire busted out laughing.

I sat quietly for a few seconds before I finally understood the meaning of what she said. I let out a gasp and covered my mouth. 

"Martha!" I exclaimed.

She laughed at my late reaction and teased my innocence. 

"But he would never do anything with his employees. And I'm sure not one employee knows what he looks like without clothes on."  Martha explained.

"Nia does." Claire stated.

"What?!" Martha questioned. "How?" 

Before I could even explain that it was an accident and tell Martha what happened Claire was already telling the story for me.

At the end of the story Martha was laughing her butt off and heads were turning to look at our table and see what was going on. 

"You lucky lucky girl. Don't be ashamed just embrace your luck." Martha encouraged. 

I rolled my eyes at them.

I don't feel lucky. Not at all.