CEO's Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ

☾︎𝖮𝗇𝖾❣︎

~Daryian~

It's my first day at work. I have got my dream job at Katz Corp. As a secretary of the CEO. Whom I haven't met yet.

I don't even know if they're girl or boy. I hoped to meet them on the interview, but the ones taking the interview said their Boss didn't have time for such petty roles, and the responsibility was on them to find the perfect one for the role of a secretary.

I'm not nervous about the work since I'm quite confident about my capability.

What's making me nervous was the warnings the workers gave me.

The supposed CEO I'm gonne work for, they were very moody and rude as I have been warned.

On the other hand, I was short-tempered, mom always said I was too hot headed and it'd cause problems in life.

I didn't care till now.

I really wanted this job, it's always been my dream to work under Katz Corp. They're the best at managment field and their products were famous all over the world.

It'd be an honor to work for them. Also, the money's pretty good.

So, I'd have to be on my best behavior to keep my job and earn as much money and experience as possible to lead a peaceful life.

I have to give my best first impression, yes, that's my motto.

Unfortunately, my plan didn't work as per my motto. Because of my damn alarm.

Slamming the third alarm off, I jumped on my bed and to my horror, it's 7:30!

Fuck. Shit!!

I was supposed to be present at the skyscraper at sharp 7, and I was still on my bed.

So much for my dream.

Getting out of the bed, I ran to my washroom and took a quick shower.

I stumbled around the room, fetching my clothes that I have ironed last night, and got in them.

I brushed my hair and grabbed my backpack, heading downstairs to see mom waiting at the table.

"Mom! Why didn't you wake me up?! I'm so fucking late!" I yelled, pulling on my shoes while supporting myself on one foot.

"First, language. Second, You're a 24 year old grown ass man who doesn't need his mommy to wake him up for his job!"

I rolled my eyes. "Mom! Today isn't the time for your teaching. I needed my mom today." I whined and she walked to me, brushing my hair with her hand.

"Take a deep breath and relax yourself. You're gonna be fine, I can feel it." She softly smiled and then handed me a tortilla wrap. "Eat it on the way."

My heart immediately felt at ease, the restless pounding from earlier dissipating as a smile took over my lips.

I hugged her and kissed her cheek then dashed out of the house.

Yes, I still lived with my mom. Because it's only her and I against the world.

My papa died when I was 3 years old and mom never married, she didn't want me to have to share her with someone that wasn't my papa.

So, we stayed together as each other's strength. My mom was my best friend.

When I reached the age of 16, I acknowledged the loneliness my mom must feel.

I realized the sacrifice she made for me. So, one day I asked her to accept love in her life once again. But she refused, saying she didn't feel like bounding to anyone now.