Chapter one:
"So he doesn't have a perfectly chiselled face with sea green eyes?"
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Lilly's Point of View
Dong!
There go another six stairs
Dong!
5 more stairs gone. How many more?
Dong!
Huff puff
Dong!
I draw in a deep breath of air. 3 more done. Two more flights of stairs to go.
Dong!
2 stairs done.
Maybe it would be easier if you weren't so-
Don't even go there!
Dong!
I swear in all my years of living have I encountered so many stairs. This must be to spite me....
Four more Dongs! and a hell lot of stairs later...
"Good morning Mr Linton"
"Finally! Flat land"
"I take it the stairs were a pain as usual?"
"Good morning Mr Stone. Yes! Blast those stairs! Am I late?"
"Yes. A new record actually. Hope Mr Ambrose is in a good mood today. Here is today's correspondence "
" Thank you Mr Stone"
Hopefully I will be able to get through his wrath today. But with Mr Ambrose being Mr Ambrose, there's not much hope.
I enter my office muttering a string of Arabian curses. If it weren't for my Aunt, I wouldn't be late. She had pulled me aside and taught me how to hold a fan gracefully, again. As if once wasn't enough. I would have been grateful if she had thought me to use it as a weapon than as a bait to lure men.
Just as these thoughts floated through my head......
Plink!
Mr Linton
You are 1 hour 43 seconds late which is extremely late even for you. Need I remind you that I don't tolerate tardiness and that I will be deducting this delay from your wages.
Rikkard Ambrose
Blast him! If he knew my situation he wouldn't have questioned me
Dear Mr Ambrose
I know I'm late and I know you will deduct it from the pittance you call wages. Thank you very much.
Yours,
MISS Lillian Linton
P.S. What do you mean? I'm always on time.
That will teach that bastard. Always precise! Always punctual! Always perf....
Shut up! He's a bloody son of a bachelor with a perfect chiselled...
No he's an expressionless stony hearted cold bastard.
So he doesn't have a perfectly chiselled face with sea green eyes in which you would not mind drowni-
Oh not you again.
Plink!
Mr Linton
Bring file 4586AF NOW!
Rikkard Ambrose
So I go over to the file cabinets and get the required file and shove it towards the door. "Hope you choke on it, Sir"
I hear a strangled groan and chuckle to myself.
The next few hours he worked me like a mule. Bring me file this. Bring me file that and at one point I had to hand him a whole box of files. There must be something big he's working on. Finally theres only a few minutes left to 8 'oclock.
The clock strikes 8 and he still keeps demanding files. It's twenty minutes past 8 he still hasn't asked me to go home.
So, frustrated, I get up from my chair and walk to Mr Ambrose' s office and knock.
"Mr Ambrose "
" I'm busy right now." came a cool icy voice. Blast him!
"But Sir it's already 8. You still haven't dismissed me if u haven't already noticed"
"I have noticed Mr Linton. You will be working overtime today "
"Why blast you!"
"Respect Mr Linton"
"Why blast u sir"
" It is because "
He says in that seductive voice of his and I anticipate his steps which are getting closer and closer until the door opens and he gets so close that we are only inches apart and then unexpectedly I hear him hiss in my ear,
" because... YOU WERE LATE MR LINTON. NOW GO GET ME FILE 8694EK"
He then steps away from me and walks away to his desk. And I stand there surprised and then frustrated. He then continues to work me like a mule for a few more hours until I hear the three golden words for which I longed for all day, "You are dismissed."
After a long peaceful walk, I finally find that I was at my house. I creep into my uncle's garden shed and change into the nightgown I kept for when I had to work overtime. I then climb up the ladder to see Ella asleep.
I smile as I am spared from unending questions about my so called secret lover and my revendrous with him.
But you love him don't you
Who?
Mr Ambrose
Shut up. Mr Ambrose and me share a relationship of an employer and employee nothing else.
Oh I see! So your occasional kissing is very professional right?
You know what I will slice ur head to pieces add tomato sauce and eat u up some day
But I'm your conscience you can't kill me without killing yourself.
Right
With these thoughts I drifted off to sleep.
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Author's Note
Hey guys,
So that was the end of chapter one
I know it cannot match the excellency of Sir Robert Thier but I shall try my best to give u guys regular updates (it shall be two updates a week until our vacations end 😜) of the story after all lambrose rocks!! 💜
Btw let me tell you, I'm am the co author for this book and we alternate writing updates. We are soul sisters for lyf. If u have read our blurb this fanfiction is not a series of one shot but is an entire novel featuring @Rob Thier's character.
So in the next update you will find the other Co author writing the update.
Don't forget to comment your suggestions and ur ideas.
Signing off until next time
Yours,
Ricotta
(my pen name)
Cheerio!
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