My Boss Is My Tormentor

1. Fûck you

ROSE

“Don’t worry, Rose. You’ll get the job, I have a feeling for this one.” Natasha, my best friend said as I parked my beat up fifteen years old civic in front of her office building.

“Oh yeah, how do you know that?” I asked her, praying that this time she was right in her intuition.

“Well...” She gave me a long look as she said, “Look at you, hotness overloaded. If he doesn’t give you a job on the basis of your talent, I’m sure you’ll melt him from how beautiful you look.”

I laughed and yeah, she was right I did feel beautiful. In my black denim skirt that had slit high enough to show my upper thigh which I hadn’t wore since I bought it a year ago on a whim and white silk blouse that hugged me so comfortably, I was confident to say that I looked and felt pretty in that moment. “Thank you,” I said, laughing with her as she opened her side of the door and got out.

"Hey," I stopped her, and when she turned around to face me. “I love you,” I said to my best friend as I turned the engine on.

"I love you too, Rose!" She yelled back, making me laugh as the doorman of her building scowled at us.

As I was about to take a U-turn, she waved her hands at me holding up my documents in her hand, "Your documents, you gave me last night for making Xerox.”

Parking the car, I stepped out of my car to take them. She gave me a hug, saying, “Go kill it!”

"You are crazy, you..." I didn't get the chance to complete my sentence as a black SUV came hurtling toward us. I grabbed her hand and stumbled back as the driver of the SUV made a cut just few inches from us and stopped.

A man stepped out of the passenger seat wearing a blue jeans and a black T-shirt. He had an amused expression on his face and his eyes were sparkling with hidden mirth. He looked like a hero from one of those rom-com movies. Walking to the driver side of the car, he opened the door just as the deep angry voice came from the car, "What the fûck happened?" Commanding, full of authority that voice held my attention as I waited for the man behind that deep baritone of a voice to appear.

It was like an old Bollywood movie, everything appeared to be in slow motion, first he put down his right leg encased in black shiny shoe then left one followed, of course it was also in a matching black shoe. An irritated sigh escaped from my lips as I waited for him to appear for my greedy eyes. And, as if he heard me he came out all the way at once. Black shoes, dark navy suit and white shirt but something was missing... Yes.. but what!!?

I looked up at him to find a sharp chin with a dimple, his lips were pink even most girls don't have that kind of pink lips but they were turned down with a frown, clean shaved jaw and his hair were randomly distributed as if he had spent all morning raking his hands through them. They looked soft and my fingers itched to touch them but I couldn't see his eyes as they were covered with dark blue aviators that matched his suit.

A hand tugged me back interrupting the show I was enjoying and that was a hot show. "What?" I said, irritated, not even acknowledging the person who was so insistent for my attention.

"What the hell, Rose, are you gonna eat him now?!"

"He looks delicious enough," I said, once again looking at him, noticing that he was checking his watch again and again, and his beautiful lips were definitely saying something angry to his partner.