The Brighter Side of Life

Chapter 1 •Work & Play•

I stare at the blank screen before me, wondering what to type. I'm suppose to be typing a full report on stocks last week and the newest applicants we had. But I don't feel like doing my excruciating job. I mean i run errands for my boss and manage the company more than my 'boss'. I'm the second in charge and he treats me like his kiss-ass secretaries. I maybe the Vice CEO but I want respect, need respect and you shall earn my respect. I didn't went through a shitty life and a shitty kind of job to be treated like this. Like his own private entertainment. My parents......taught me better than that and I owe them my job, my life. If only they were.....

Kat, stop thinking about them. You'll end up crying at work and let people ask questions about you, I remind myself.

I still continue to stare at the blank screen before my eyes with my fingers propped on top of the keyboard, ready to type. But I just can't focus with my parents on my mind.

The subject about them is too hurtful and sad. They say let it out to the person or people you trust. Let it out to make you feel better. Let you feelings out and it will be okay.

Wrong.

The shrink was wrong. Nothing will be okay or better than it used to because no one will bring back my parents. Nothing will change the fact that they are gone. Dead. Deceased. Cold and silent. Lifeless.

"Ms. McPherson, please report to Mr. Mavericks office. He is requesting for you. Thank you." The voice from the speakers say. Thanks, Ms. Simeon, you stopped my sad thoughts about my parents. But you brought hell upon me. Thanks a lot.

I stood up from my chair and sauntered towards the door thinking what could he want this time? A croissant from the bakery across the street or claim his oh-so-expensive tailored suit or make every second of my work a living hell as his secretary? A total pain in the as if I might say so.

I pass by the interns who seem to have a very hard time typing the paperworks assigned to them. You can do it if I did, I thought to myself. I survived the internship and became the Vice CEO of the company so I believe they can do it to. I arrived at my destination, Mr. Chase Mavericks office, head CEO, heir to his own company, and a jerk.

I knock twice, thrice and his voice says, 'Enter.'

I turn the knob and peeked at the jerk-boss before entering.

"Ms. McPherson, I'm impressed. I thought you wouldn't come." he says to me, not facing me but rather to a girl in ashort pencil skirt, opened polo and a red, more like sore, lips. Ugh she's either a desperate intern, wants a raise or a promotion. Whore.

"I'm here arent I? So what now, food, business, stupid meetings or I leave you with her?" I say with a raised brow and look at the girl.

He looks at me with a pointed look and looks back at the girl again.

"Actually, I would want you to escort Ms. Sparks out and come back in after you do it." He says in a high manner.

The girl, Ms. Sparks, according to him, had a pouting look on her face. She told him ti call her while I'm fumbling my fingers around the hem of my blazer. Chase gives her his winning smile as his answer though obviously he won't do it. Player. This is a waste of my time but a perfect distraction for my mind the girl approves of his smile that she thought as Yes for an answer. Don't keep your hopes up, lady. Finally, she struts her way towards me with a big smile on her face. Wipe it off or I'll wipe it off myself.

"Come along, miss. My patience is wearing thin." I say blandly, grabbing her arm and dragging her out the room. The sooner this's done, the sooner I'm free from being a slave.

She give a me a death glare and grunts before moving her feet. Girls being attached to Chase isn't good. Not that I'm jealous or anything. Its just he will be calling me to answer his calls from his whores, disrupting my job. See? I told you I'm more of his secretary than a boss. Why'd you even let him boss you around anyways? I have no idea.