C H A P T E R T W O

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Third Person's view

She mentally cursed and scolded herself for being late. Now she's stuck at traffic.

'Great, just great' she scowled.

35 minutes later....

The building emerged and came into her peripheral view.

'Phew, fifteen minutes left. I could make this' she encouraged herself.

She swiftly payed the driver and threw him a quick smile in which he returned.
She hurriedly got out and scrambled towards the building.

'Where is that elevator?! ' she frantically and tried to search for the metal transporting machine.

'Are you serious right now? First day of work and this elevator seems to be out of order, same as the other ones.'

And it seems like it's not her lucky day at all. First, got stuck at traffic, Secondly, She's late. And lastly, their elevator is out of order. Could this day get any worse.

She found a white birch door that leads to the stairs. She looked up and yelped to see a hundred of levels

'This is why I hate stairs' she humorlessly said

'Come on Crysella. One more step and you're there already. Come on push'

'Okay 5 more minutes, you can do this'
She ran as fast as she could. Afraid she might slip and expose herself in embarrassment so she slowed down her pace until she found the office.

She flattened her damped clothing and wiped her sweat that trickled down her gorgeous face.

She inhaled and quietly knock the door 3 times hearing a faint shuffling of folders and standing up.

She heard a deep masculine voice that sent shivers down her spine indicating she could come in and so she did.

She carefully close the door behind her and looked forward again but her breath was caught in her throat when she was greeted by the most fine and gorgeous specimen.

'Damn, I was expecting him to be in his late 40's but I assumed and expected too much. Well, how could I complain? ' she warily thought.

His mysterious but beautiful forest green eyes that defines his clenched sculpted jaw that compliments his smooth jet black messy hair but still looks hot and sexy.

And damn he's tall.. Maybe 6'4?

"Excuse me Miss? But are you done checking me out? "

I was snapped back from my trance when he began speaking.

'Cocky much? '

"Actually no, give me a few more minutes. " she spoke which caught him off guard.

"Okay done, so My name is Crysella Ariela, you can call me Crys, Ella or anything you want. And oh by the way. Im your secretary at your service" She boldly said and held her hand out for him to shake.

'This girl is damn different. I like her'
The guy thought

"So I presume you know me already? " he asked

"Oh yes yes, of course Sir Damien Solas, one of the richest company here in New York. Of course sir"

"Well then I guess we are settled and call me Damien, Sir sounds too old" he cringed in disgust while Crysella just laughed internally at how adorable he looked.

'Well then, I guess he's friendly as I thought he would be' she happily thought

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End of Chapter two

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