Chapter Five: The Art Form of the Boss Man

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Chapter Five: The Art Form of the Boss Man

:::Avery's POV:::

Have you ever had the feeling where you just want to scream 'FUCK THIS SHIT?' Well right now I just want a black whole to swallow me so I don't have to go back to work, after the lovely show Skylar and Tyler put on before my lunch break. I don't know how the hell I am going to go back to the office and face everyone, especially Trenton.

As I am walking back to the office, I can't help but walk as slow as possible. I know that I can't let what the office saw from the twins effect me. I need to walk in with my head held and not be ashamed of what they said about my personal life, I know it isn't true, but they don't. If everyone's plan to make Trenton pay for being such an ass, I can't look scared on the outside, but I am defiantly going to be shitting breaks on the inside.

How the fuck am I going to face Trenton! I am his lovely assistant and he is my boss. But I can't get what lies my friends are telling me that Trenton has feelings for me. It just doesn't make sense! We are like fire and ice, we are like like disco and line dancing, two totally opposite people. Trenton is a man whore who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. He is rich and I am barely surviving. He is a huge douche bag and I am a socially awkward bitch. He could never have any feelings for me, we hate each other! The look I saw in his eyes was just embarrassed that his assistant was accused in front of the entire office of having a threesome with twins. That yet, he is just embarrassed, that's all.....right?

But enough thinking, it is time to put my big girl panties on and walk in that office like nothing happened. Damn right, I got my big girl panties on now. I can do this.

As I pushed the big glass doors of Wilks Enterprise a multi-billion dollar company's lobby and I had this weird feeling that some people I have never met before, giving me some strange looks. I am starting to get nervous because what if they heard? I would die of embarrassment and then come back to life to just kill those fucking twins. I continued to walk to the elevator with a little more speed in my step to get the hell out of the main lobby and ignore people looking at me. 'Just keep your head down Avery, don't look up, just keep walking'. I tried calming down my anxiety that was starting to build. As I made it to the elevator to press the button, I took a sigh of relief because I am almost there. When I heard the ding of the elevator I quickly got in a pressed the button to my floor and started to press the button to close the elevator door repeatedly so this fucking thing would close. I did not want to ride the elevator with anyone, so I continued to pressed the button harder to get it to listen. I was to focused on pressing the button but when I say pressing I mean at this point I am beating the shit out of it. Caught up, I did not realize that the elevator was moving until I heard someone on the other side of the elevator clear their throat. "I don't know what that poor button did to you but you can stop beating it because the elevator is already moving, Miss Scarlette."

When I heard that voice, I swear I almost peed my pants. That fucking British accent that is so hot but annoying as fuck at the same time. I bet if you could see my expression, I would be as pale as a ghost. What I am guessing that Trenton saw the look on my face because now he is laughing like an asshole he truly is. I let out a huff and tried to regain my self control. 'You can do this Avery, Nothing happened, remember nothing happened'. I chanted inside my head so I would not freak out.

"Well lets just say that the button wasn't doing its job" I finally spoke breaking the silence while looking to my right indicating that I didn't want anyone's presences.

Trenton just scuff off my comment and rolled his eyes. "You know that this is an elevator and it is welcomed to anyone who seeks its purpose. So beating the close button so no one could get in the elevator with you was useless because like you I have to get back to work Miss Scarlette."

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