IN LOVE WITH THE FRENCH BEAUTY

~**~**chapter 2~**~**

~*~*Chapter 2~*~*

Arabelle woke up unusually early and tidied up her one bedroom apartment. She didn’t have much to her name but she liked her things well kept and organized. She took a bone chilling shower since she had no hot water, and dressed up for the battle that her boss had promised her.

She put on a short-sleeved white shirt and a dark grey long fitting skirt. Arabelle made her own clothes because store bought ones were either too tight or too short. She put her red wavy hair in a loose bun and finished her look with white flats. Arabelle didn’t like wearing high heels because she had a big behind that she didn’t like to advertise, and the shoes were just plain uncomfortable.

Traveling via cabs was out of the question which is why she had to recourse to these subway rides. She didn’t mind most of the time, but it was purely rough in the morning. Ten more minutes, she recited in her head as a middle aged sleazy looking man kept staring at her big butt.

Fifteen minutes later, she walked in the lobby of the enormous office, but the security guard refused to let her in the office.

“Miss, I’m just doing my job!”  The security guard with kind eyes pleaded with sympathetic eyes willing her to believe him. “Dahveed instructed me to go through your bag before and after you leave the office premises.” Arabelle suddenly remembered her boss’ threat to compel her to quit. She applauded the man because he was pulling and using the big guns, gunning for her pride. He probably thought that Arabelle was going to run away refusing the guard to go through her belongings. Too bad I don’t and never had a mommy to run to when things got heated, she silently glowered. It was about time she taught this stuck up rich and arrogant jerk some manners.

She strolled into his office and double checked her wrist watch because Dahveed was already there. In his majestic chair, he looked as dashing as ever in a black tailored suit, a black dress shirt and a black tie. His unruly dark hair was messier and Arabelle noticed his eyes slightly narrow when he looked up from his laptop.

“Good morning, sir!” Arabelle pleasantly greeted Dahveed but he just gave her a blank stare as if he didn’t hear her. At exactly eight o’clock, he firmly closed his laptop and stood up. “Miss Arabelle, in this seven storied building, you’re the only woman on this floor. In fact, you’re the first woman to step foot in this office.” Dahveed calmly stated and Arabelle listened with utmost attention. “So firstly, congratulation! And secondly, let me personally tell you that I hate women. Surely, you’ll try to put up fake acts, but I promise you that they will be fatal to you.” Dahveed’s face looked like it’s been carved from marble: beautiful but hard as if set in stones.

“Good god! Whoever and whatever they did to this beautiful monster really left a mark!” Arabelle exclaimed internally. “Now, your first assignment is to go out exactly the way you came in.” Dahveed said as he opened the door and motioned with his hand for her to get out.

“Pardon me, sir?” confusion was all over her face because the man wasn’t making any sense. The corridors on the first floor are being repainted. Your job for today is to supervise and make sure they get the hues exactly the way I want them.” isn’t that someone else’s job? Arabelle wondered but didn’t say a word.

Ashes of rose: 60%, off white: 30%, and blue: 10%. Here’s the colors book; now, get to work!” Dahveed snapped and she resisted the urge to salute him like an army officer.

“Yes, sir.” She replied grabbing the book and descending to the ground floor. There was already a supervisor for the job and Arabelle was annoyed because they both knew why he’d sent her down here. Let her stick her nose in other people’s jobs, and he’ll be getting reports on her, which would strengthen his beliefs that women disrupted the order of things.