In love with my boss

part2

     Jackson POV
        
Waking up late, I still felt drained from the stressful day before. I hadn’t even made it to the office yesterday because of an important meeting I had to attend.

I quickly rushed to the bathroom to shower and get dressed for work.

There was no time for breakfast—I was already running late. I lived in a large mansion, and as expected, it required maintenance, so I had staff working to manage it.

I lived alone. My father was out of town, saying he needed some rest, so I was left in charge of everything at home and the office.

After getting ready, I stepped out of my room into the living room. Just as I was about to leave the house and head to my car, Mrs. Kate hurried after me.

“Good morning, sir. I made you breakfast,” she said.

Mrs. Kate was my cook and managed the kitchen. She always prepared my meals, but I rarely got the chance to eat at home due to how busy I was and how often I traveled.

“Oh, Mrs. Kate, I’m sorry. I can’t have breakfast—I’m already late for work,” I told her.

She gave me a disappointed look that made me feel a bit guilty, as though I had done something wrong.

“Fine,” I said with a slight eye roll. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure I have dinner tonight.”

That seemed to cheer her up a little. She smiled and stood by the door, waving me goodbye as I stepped out to my car.

I got in and instructed my driver to stop at a coffee shop on the way to the office.

My new intern was supposed to handle my coffee runs, but I decided to get it myself—I liked it prepared exactly the way I wanted. Besides, I hadn’t seen her since she resumed, as I had been occupied with back-to-back meetings.

When we arrived at the coffee shop, I stepped out to get my coffee. There were several people in the queue, and I was already running late.

I walked up to the attendant, who immediately recognized me and began attending to me.

Just as she was about to serve me, a young woman at the front turned and looked at me with a mix of surprise and irritation. She had beautiful brown eyes, dark skin, and a slim figure. Clearly, she was not pleased.

She began complaining loudly about how rude and disrespectful it was for me to simply walk to the front without asking or excusing myself from the queue.

I frowned slightly, my jaw tightening. I was irritated by her boldness, but also surprised that someone would speak to me that way.

“Who is this girl?” I thought to myself.
I was a man of status and pride, and I expected respect. So I responded calmly but firmly.

“Excuse me? From who, please?” I asked.

She looked at me in disbelief and said,

“What a rude, good-looking young man.”

Despite her anger, I couldn’t ignore the fact that she had just acknowledged I was good-looking. That alone made me smirk slightly.

Without further argument, she picked up the coffee that was meant for me.
The attendant glanced at me, and I simply nodded. “It’s fine. She can have it.”

She paid and walked out, leaving me standing there, watching her leave.

There was something about her—bold, confident, and unafraid. No one had ever spoken to me like that before.
Part of me was amused. Another part was curious.

I realized that if I had sent someone else—or if I had met my new intern earlier and asked her to get my coffee—none of this would have happened. But it was fine.

I took another coffee and headed to the office.

Once I arrived, I called Jenni and asked her to tell my new intern to come see me immediately.

I started working for the day when I received a call from my father. He was checking in on me and asking how things were going at the office.

While I was still on the call, I heard a knock on my door. I told the person to come in without turning around.

After finishing my conversation with my father, I ended the call and turned to face the person in my office.

And that was when I realized—my new intern was the same girl I had just argued with at the coffee shop.