Surviving the CEO

Chapter 12: Rough Day

**Aria's POV**

Two Months Later...

I'm sitting in my office waiting for Xavier to arrive at the office, he's over 4 hours late, it's 11. He's never late. Never. He has never been late. NEVER.

I thought that he had just arrived a while before me. When I knocked on his office door and he didn't answer I just assumed he didn't hear me and I walked in but he wasn't there. I have to admit that I wasn't exactly excited to see him today. I haven't been since our big disagreement two months  ago.

Ever since then he's given more work to do. More paperwork that once I've done he tells me that he doesn't need them anymore and to just shred them. For meetings he tells me to type everything that's being said and then to print it out so he can review them but then tells me they aren't good enough and to redo them. I had to redo one four times. Four times. But not that I can complain that much because half of the things he gives, gives me the chance to stay away from him.

Where is he?

I sigh and shake my head at his absence. I pick up the office phone and punch in Xavier's number. It rings three times and goes straight to voicemail. I try two more times and the same things happen, straight to voicemail. I pull my phone out of one of my desk drawers and do the same thing but straight to voicemail. Twice more. Same thing again. Voicemail.

"I've had enough of this." I mutter to myself.

I call Stacie and tell her to have all calls forwarded to her and to cancel all meetings. I exit the elevator and walk out of the building to my car. The drive to Xavier's house takes twenty minutes. I remember the address to his house because some of his mail was accidentally delivered to the office and that day was not a good day.

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**FLASHBACK***

Three weeks ago...

I'm sitting at my desk typing some paperwork when someone knocks on my office door.

"Come in." I say as I stop typing.

A young woman walks in popping her gum loudly. It was Johanna Grant, she works in the mail room. Her six inch heels click loudly against the marble floor, her grey pencil skirt riding up every step she takes, and her neon pink blouse leaves little to imagination. Her red hair was dyed because it was streak-y and her roots showed she was a brunette. The thing that made it all worse was her makeup. It looked like a clown and a five year old did it. I could probably have done it better being blindfolded and sent into a wind tunnel.

"Hello! What can I do you for Miss.Grant?" I say sweetly.

"Ugh. This is for Mr. DeLuca." She rolls her eyes and hands me a few envelopes that are kept together by a rubber band.

"Thank you." I look down at the envelopes and see that these are meant to be delivered to his house instead of the office.

"Who sent these?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.

"I don't know. I was only to deliver them." Johanna scoffs.

"Well, take these back to the mail room and have these delivered to Mr. DeLuca's house." I say holding them back to them.

Xavier has a penthouse and a house, probably a mansion, out in the suburbs. Why? I don't know. Reason? Probably just to spend his money. With as much as he's got. It's not gonna run out any time soon.