*Chapter NINE*

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ELSA

When I reached the HR department, they asked me to wait. It's been fifteen minutes and I haven't seen anyone enter the department. The same guy who asked me to wait came with an envelope and handed me, saying it was my appointment letter. I should say I'm curious about the letter, the same person who asked me to wait until the Manager arrived, but all of a sudden he came and gave me the letter. Even though I wanted to ask if the manager had arrived, I didn't. I stood up, thanked him and left.

I entered the Lift and pressed the button for the Sixty-Fifth floor. The lift opened, and walked towards the narrow path and stood outside the door mentioned CEO's office. I knocked on the door twice. When I heard come in, I opened the door and went inside.

As soon as I went inside, I looked at the man who was busy typing on his laptop. I never knew he would be so handsome and cool. They did mention in the magazines that he looks cool, but the pictures that I saw weren't even close enough to what he looks like right now. He looks like those Greek gods. Focus, I snapped myself from admiring him, I came here to work and I should focus on that.

"Keep it on the table and leave. I will review it by the end of the day and let you know". He said without looking at me. I was confused, what is he saying? Is he asking me to leave the appointment letter on his table and to leave, but where? I was looking at him for a bit, and I was hoping he would look at me. He looked up, and my heart skipped a beat when I met his eyes.

"Who are you?" he questioned. I was a bit confused by that question. I thought he was expecting me. I thought Dada mentioned me to him, I'm his new assistant. Should I call Dada?

"I'm Elsa" replied and waited for him to acknowledge. He looked at his watch and me.

"You are late! Being late on the first day doesn't give a good impression. You need to learn basic work ethics". What? Late? He wants me to learn basic work ethics, how dare he? Who does he think of himself? This guy is ridiculous. I'm out. As much as I want to leave this place, I can't go back home.

"I'm not late". I stated. I don't like to be late, and I hate latecomers too.

"According to my watch, the time is eight Fifteen". He stressed the word fifteen. I was waiting for the manager, who didn't even show up, and it's not my fault. I inhaled and exhaled.

"You are right about the time, but I reached the office thirty minutes early and waited in the HR department for my appointment letter and other documentation. So I'm not late, the manager is". I told him the truth and should say he was pretty shocked. I mentally chuckled.

The next thing he did, shocked me. He called someone and shouted Fired. I got scared, and my heart was pumping fast. He is a heartless guy. He looked at me with a smirk dialled someone and hung up the phone.

I didn't know what the reply was, but he wasn't happy. He sighed and stood up. He is a Greek god. He was wearing a white shirt and the first three buttons were opening, showing his chest. I diverted my eyes when he caught me checking him out.

He asked me to follow him and I did. He went across from his room. This room had a glass door, I guess we could see what was happening inside from outside. When he opened the door of the room it was a mess. It was worse, the files were all over the room.

He mentioned it was my room. What the-? The moment he said I would be working here, it made me nauseous. In this mess? He went to the phone, and he dialled some numbers, but he couldn't reach them. He found the phone was dead, and the computer was not set up yet.

He walked out of the room and entered the elevator as he was explaining how the company works and what the departments there and the departments that I would be visiting often to provide them with the files, collect them and get the design, so many more. I was listening to him and mentally noted down everything.

We entered a room more like a kitchen. He informed me that I would be making his coffee from the kitchen and warned me not to get him coffee from an outside coffee shop. He also asked me to address him as Mr. Martinez. I mentally rolled my eyes. We went back to his office room, and he called the tech team and asked for a tech guy to come to his office room.

After a few minutes, we both heard a knock and a guy entered. Louis okay, Mr. Martinez informed the guy about the issue with the phone and asked him to set up the computer, and he asked me to follow the tech guy.

He opened the door and I went inside the room, he followed. He introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Andrew". He said.

"I'm Elsa" We both shook hands, and he was looking at the Telephone and started fixing it. While I excused myself and started picking up the files from the floor and piling them in one corner, I noticed that there were many piles of folders.

I closed my eyes and opened them. I started cleaning the place. I always like to keep my things clean, I can't tolerate messy places. Since I will be spending my next six months here, I want it to be neat and clean.

I heard Andrew calling my name. I went to him, and he asked me to sit in front of the computer. He started explaining my login details how to contact the tech team how to change my password and how to set up my profile.

All of a sudden, I heard, "Have you fixed the phone and computer?" Mr Martinez questioned. Andrew confirmed he had, and he was asked to leave immediately. He entered the room and started accessing the computer. Opened a few files, and I was waiting for him to explain.

When I looked at him, he was already staring at me. Then he looked at the computer and started explaining how to make an appointment and how to cancel. He explained about the files that are stored in the computer and other important information as well. Once he was done explaining, he started walking towards the door. Before walking out of the room, he turned around and asked me to bring him black coffee with no sugar.

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