Harry:
"Where the hell is Carter? She was supposed to be here, working over an hour ago!" I yelled, slamming the unattended to files on my desk.
Aiden jumped slightly at my outburst and scoffed. "How should I know? I'm not her mother. Sassy much?"
I glowered at him. "Watch yourself, Aiden. I can have you out of work from every business in the country within the time it-"
"But you won't and you would never." He smirked.
I scowled and grunted at how right he was. Aiden has been by my side since I started my business, and I have to give it to him: he's the best damn secretary anyone could get. I couldn't afford to lose him, nor did I want to.
Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I see Carter Jay swiftly sneak into her office and quietly shut the door. The nerve....
"I'll see you later." I muttered, walking out of Aiden's office.
"Don't bee too long, you have a meeting at 10." He replied.
I nodded curtly, though I swear I heard him giggle behind me, signaling he meant something derogatory.
I briskly walk over to her office, easily shoving the door open. It slammed against the wall, causing her to jump as she looked up at me. Her eyes widened and she quickly looked down at the freshly open folder on her desk. I swore she was blushing before a lock of her gorgeous, thick, brunette hair covered her face.
"You're late." I said blandly, keeping all emotion from my voice.
She looked up at me again, now collected. "I am."
I narrowed my eyes at her response. Usually, my employees would grovel at my feet, begging for mercy. If they even dared show up late, that is. So, I did not appreciate this at all.
I took a deep breath, controlling my anger and frustration toward the girl. "I told you to arrive her at exactly 8 a.m. Not a minute later. It is now 9:50 a.m. What happened?"
My voice was slowly getting louder and louder as my control started to slip. My pulse was pounding and my neck felt flushed. For once, Carter Jay was cowering before me in what could have been fear or weariness. I noticed she had bags under her eyes and her clothes were not nearly as crisp and clean as they usually are. Not to mention her hair was put up in a sloppy ponytail, showing either zero effort or rushed movement. She had on no makeup, so a small, light, and very hard to see splotch of freckles were visible on her face.
She stayed silent, making me feel a small sense of triumph. For once, the girl kept her mouth shut and I had full control of the conversation. I decided to use it to my advantage. I wanted her under me. I wanted her begging and pleading- maybe even crying- for me to forgive her. I wanted her to fear.
I slammed my hands, being exaggerate, on her desk. She jumped slightly again, and looked up at me with wide eyes.
"Why are you late?" I basically yelled, putting all the blocked away emotion this woman caused me into my voice.
"I wasn't feeling well, okay? I didn't get much sleep last night, so I overslept. As you can tell from my highly unattended to appearance, I got here as fast as I could, so sorry for not meeting your precious needs." She yelled back.
Once again, the confident, independent, and smart ass Carter was back. Her demeanor changed and she held her body high and kept her head up. You could hear the confidence and authority in her voice.
