Keeping the CEO's Secret

Chapter Two

Pressing send, I transferred the last of the money out of my bank account. Payday always meant money in and money straight back out again: rent, bills, sending money back home. By the end, I barely had enough for the tube after work. I had only moved out two months before and already I was longing to be back home.

"Any reason why you have six IT-requests from Callum Moore?"

"Very funny, Ollie," I scoffed. "You can cut the shit now."

Ollie had taken great delight in teasing me all morning after the events of the day before were relayed to him. He thought his reenactment of the giving of flowers, props involved, was the pinnacle of comedy and had winded himself by laughing. I was just pleased he had decided to act out that scene and not the desktop fondling one. Shudders ran down my spine at the thought.

"I'm not joking, Millie."

I entertained his claim with a cautionary glance over my shoulder to my PC monitor. I'd muted it earlier that morning, so I hadn't heard the request pings but, sure as day, there sat six IT requests. Moving myself back to my desk, I clicked on them and stared until the pixels went fuzzy. Blinking slowly, my stomach dropped. Had he remembered? What on earth did he want so urgently?

Expanding the subject lines, I was met with a list of demands.

Ticket number: 454567

Requester: Callum Moore

Subject: "Come to my office now."

Ticket number: 454568

Requester: Callum Moore

Subject: "How many requests do I need to send before you actually do your job?"

Ticket number: 454569

Requester: Callum Moore

Subject: "Do I need to come down there and remind you of what you're paid to do?"

Tensing my jaw, I scoffed at the screen and pushed away from the desk. He was so rude. Ollie was still reading the remaining requests, but I knew that they would only anger me further. Sending six IT requests within minutes of each other was ridiculously impatient. Did he think he was the King of England or something, trying to demand my attention like that?

"I swear he thinks the world revolves around him," I huffed, kicking off my slippers and slipping my real shoes on.

Jabbing my finger into the elevator call button, I paced back and forth in front of the doors. If he wanted my attention that badly, he'd get my damn attention. How dare he imply it was my job to drop whatever I was doing to respond to his beck and call? Nowhere in my job description did it say that I'd be harassed through IT requests by the CEO. I may have been a wage slave, but I wasn't his wage slave. Well, I suppose I was in a way but that still didn't make it alright.

"Try not to lose your job."

Ollie's words intercepted my angry pacing, stopping me in my tracks. He was right. If I went up there, guns blazing, then I would end up getting myself into trouble and I would only regret it later when I was packing up my slippers after being fired. After all, I needed the money. My anger fizzled away. My mum needed the money. Cursing under my breath, I stepped into the elevator. My temper: defeated.

I fixed myself with a hard look in the mirrored wall. My hair fell into my face as I stared, hanging in waves to my waist. Twirling the ends in my fingers, I focused on calming myself down. It was a given that he would piss me off again when I got up there, but at the very least I needed to try and prepare for it.