The Boss's Daughter [Richard Armitage fanfic]

Chapter 4 - Miss Rogers

My heart was beating very fast. It almost felt like the countdown of a bomb that was about to explode. I was thinking about every movement I did, every word I spoke, every single thing I have done since the very first moment I walked in this building. Amanda kept walking, very seriously, without speaking a single word. Everyone around me seemed normal, so what could possibly be so wrong? Maybe I was the problem there. We moved to a section of the main corridor where I've never been. Dr.Evans didn't introduce me that part... We stopped in front of a large white door and Amanda knocked three times.

-Enter. –said a female voice inside. A tiny shiver ran all over my spine. That was the moment. I was about to meet the lady that all workers fear... Amanda entered and said:

-Mr. Armitage is here, miss Rogers. –she said and left right away. I entered the room and I saw her. Everything was like a perfect slow motion of a movie scene. Behind the long, organized and stylish glass desk, she was standing on foot by the window and I could see her body from the profile. The first thing I noticed was her hair. Milk Chocolate color, falling gracefully in waves till the middle of her back. The sleeves of her black and white striped jacket were rolled up to her elbows, showing a bit of her nude top. From the belly to her knees a tight salmon skirt that followed her elegant curves. And, of course, nude heels on her feet. Her face was focused on The Independent newspaper in her hands. Pointy nose, rosy cheeks contrasting with her beautiful pale skin glowing in the afternoon sun. Golden watch on her skinny wrist and nails painted in romantic red. I never felt so attached to someone like I felt for her.

-These... bastards. Always making the same mistake. It's unacceptable when, after all we've done and achieved, they still mix American words with British ones... God, give me patience. –she said in a very upset tone. Her natural English accent was lovely to my ears. However, she was still acting as if she was still alone in her office. I just stayed there without speaking and hardly breathing. After some seconds, she closed the newspaper and turned to a shelf.

-Mr. Armitage you can sit down, please. –she said, looking for some papers. I sat down completely nervous. Miss Rogers was more than intimidating... She was a lady, a very beautiful one... She turned back to the desk and sat down in her big leather chair in front of me.

-How are you feeling here? Enjoying the job we gave you? –she asked me, without even looking at me. I noticed right away that she was reading my latest chronicle. I felt pits of sweat starting to grow on my forehead. «God damn it, relax!», I thought.

-Yes, Miss Rogers. This is all that I ever wanted and I feel honored to be here, even if it's just for two weeks now. –I answered, trying to be polite as possible.

-Hum. –she nodded. God, this woman was making me nervous! She kept reading my chronicle and when she came to an end she turned her eyes to her computer, on the left side of her.

-Full name please. –she asked.

-Richard Crispin Armitage.

-Thank you. –probably she was checking all my information from my job interview.

-Well, Mr.Armitage. Obviously you're writing is good, after all, you're a writer. This chronicle I just red is... satisfying. If I was sitting in my usual coffee and red this in the news I would be pleased. However, don't get your hopes too high. –she said. And then she looked at me, finally. Blue eyes, almost grey, and full lips. I felt terribly tempted to kiss them! She stared at me for some seconds, without saying anything else. It definitely looked like a movie scene... I decided to speak.

-I appreciate it, Miss Rogers. All I want most is to improve my writing skills with my expert colleagues and get better and better. –i said, stretching my back and locking my eyes on her. I saw a tiny blush on her cheeks, but she kept her serious and polite position.

-I said it was satisfying. You have to work hard a lot to make it... excellent. –she smiled at me and got up from her chair. Her hips moving with her steps and her heels tapping the ground just turned her even sexier. She kept my chronicle inside one of her files and sat again in front of me.

-If I may, Miss Rogers. Have you ever qualified a text or a chronicle as excellent?

-No, never. As I said, Mr. Armitage, there is still a lot you need to learn about writing an article. You will find out for yourself. –she said. Her tone was challenging, but not scary. I didn't fear her anymore after those words. I'm very good at guessing people's personality just from some minutes of talking and staring. The eyes are the windows to the soul and I felt like I needed to know her. I was determined to surprise her with my writing and make a difference.

-I'm willing to accept the challenge, Miss Rogers.

-Great. Now, you can go back to your work, thank you. –she said, writing something on her computer. I got up from the chair and when I was almost leaving she said:

-Oh, Mr.Armitage, don't forget to attend your welcoming celebration. –I stopped at the doorway and looked at her.

-I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about, Miss Rogers.

-We welcome the new ones by celebrating with everyone. It's not actually like a party, but we all have dinner and have a good time. –she said.

-Well, I guess I have to go then. Thank you, Miss Rogers, once again. –I said, before leaving. When I left her office, I felt like I throw away a huge elephant from my shoulders! I had a total different idea from her, before I even got to know her. And, after that dream I had, I couldn't help but feel some kind of connection between her and me. However, I couldn't distract myself from my main task here. I had to surprise her with my work, that was my new goal.