''GET OUT OF MY FACE , you can never be my wife I hate you did you get that i hate you i don't know what magic you did to my parents they never stopped talking about you ! Do whatever you want and don't bother me you are nothing but a gold digger''...
I woke up and prepared for work, choosing a comfortable outfit consisting of a simple pink shirt and white trousers.
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As I arrived at the office, I was greeted by a towering skyscraper with the inscription "XAV ARCHITECT CORPORATION."
"Wow," escaped my lips as I entered the lobby. There, I spotted a lovely girl around my age. Politely, I approached her and said, "Hi, I'm Ariana. Could you guide me to Mr. Knight's office, please?" She looked up, offering a beautiful smile, and replied, "Certainly. Take the elevator to the 47th floor and meet Lauren; she'll guide you to his office."
"Thank you," I said with a smile, realizing I didn't know her name. She kindly added, "I'm Angela Smith. You can call me Angela." "Alright, thanks, Angela," I responded before heading to the elevator.
Reaching the 47th floor, I encountered a spacious hall with a small desk. A girl was rummaging through her Louis Vuitton bag. Slowly, I approached her and said, "Hello."
She looked up, scanned me from head to toe, and scrunched her nose. "Not the first thing in the morning," I thought, waiting for her expression to relax. Finally, she straightened her nose and asked, "You must be Ariana, right?"
"Yes, that's correct," I confirmed.
She instructed, "Go straight, take a left, and you'll see a big door. Knock twice before entering." I was taken aback by her rude behavior. It seemed like she lacked manners. Not surprising, I thought, but I refrained myself from passing judgment. I couldn't help but wonder, what was her problem?
"Thanks," I said and left the reception area. Following her directions, I reached a grand door. I knocked twice, heard a faint "come in," and entered.
The office was impressive, with a large mahogany desk, architectural blueprints, and art on the walls. However, his mood seemed less inviting.
He cleared his throat and instructed, "Sit down. You can admire my office later. Let's discuss work. You'll be replacing my assistants Sean and Lauren.
Your tasks include reporting my schedule, Proofreading , and scheduling meetings. They've moved on to new assignments. Now, go through this file, proofread it, and get back with your comments in 1 hour," he stated.
I looked at him, somewhat shocked. But, up for the challenge, I responded, "Okay, sir," and left the room, taking the files with me.
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I didn't catch his reply, but as I stepped out, Lauren was waiting to show me my office. She gestured towards the opposite side of Xavier's office, separated by a large glass wall. I was relieved; at least he couldn't see me, and I couldn't see him. The small cabin was mine, and I couldn't help but think it was pretty cool.
Lauren, with her usual attitude, informed me, "This is your cabin. Arrange everything neatly, as Xavier hates untidiness, and frankly, so do I. Be professional with him. A lady tried some stunt last time and didn't last long. Consider this a favor."
"Thanks for the information, Lauren," I replied.
"By the way, where are my manners? I can call you by your first name right? " As i thought you were on a first-name basis with everyone. Anyway thanks for your generosity; I'll manage." i told her sweetly.
She looked shocked at my response and left, muttering something to herself. Well, good for her. I had work to do.
Xavier:
Despite my anger, I managed to keep my composure during our last meeting, when that dickhead hugged her from behind and I couldn't understand why I felt this way; she was just a name sake wife. So, what was wrong with me?
Her beauty seemed to stand out even in simple clothes, and I needed to get her out of my head. I had to do something, or I'd lose my mind. It had been too long since I had any fun with these meetings.
I needed to get her out of my system, I thought.
Lost in my thoughts, a knock interrupted me. I said, "Come in," and Lauren entered, wearing her tight skirt and her cleavage is on full display. She looked at me over sweetly with artificial eyelashes and asked, "Mr.Knight, Do you want me to bring your favorite coffee?" asked me slowly approaching my way, I always know what the other person think she is only surviving because she is good at what she does
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Glancing up from my work, I replied, "Lauren, If need anything i know whom to ask, Consider this is a last warning seeing you like this desperate and out of clothes, wear something proper if you want to last longer here , I'm sparing you this time only because you worked for me long enough to not pull this stunt, now show yourself out" She nodded, seemingly scared and left from there.
As the door closed, i refocused on my work.
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