Loving Boss

The best friend Landon

Chapter Two

It is Sunday and it's Landon's birthday. He is my best friend in grade school way back home. but after 5th grade they migrated here in New York because of his father's work but we never lost our communication to each other. Now he is one of the famous basketball player of NBA. His mother is Filipina and his father is British, where he got all the physical feature. Besides being a  basketball player Landon is also a painter at heart and a business man. He owns a sports clothing line the 'Leatherby' which is his Family name.

The bell rang, I grab my pouch and go to the door. When I open the door, Landon stands there impatiently. He look at me for a couple of seconds and smile.

"Cute." He said. I stop walking to him. He laugh.

"I  curl my long hair for two hours and what? Just Cute? I even buy this red dress for your birthday." She wave her hand to herself. He suppress a laugh. "What's so funny?" She said punching him on the stomach.

"Outch! That hurts, woman." He said touching his Stomach. Well that's true, I go with him in the gym and he teaches me how to defend myself well, which I used to him every time he tease me.

"That's my gift. Legoo, I'm hungry, man." She pass through him.

"ohh, lady you're rude. Legoo. I want my gift before this night end." He said and guided her to his McLaren F1.

"You're dress is conservative, but you still manage to look hot." He said before kissing her in the cheeks and opening the front seat door for her.

"Ohh, yeah thanks best-friend." she mock him and roll her eyes and got inside.

"That's all I get, after complimenting you? You can at least tell me how gorgeous I am, after all its my birth day."  he complain.

"C'mon girly, you got enough of those already, it's time to feed me." I make a face to him.

"fine." He said, closed the door and get to the driver side.

Monday, busy day. Plus her boss is not in the good mood, plus she have hang over because of Landon's party last night. The celebration went great, just in the well known Filipino restaurant in downtown with his Family. Then they got home and get drunk with his younger siblings. William and Denise. William is a photographer while Denise is still in college taking fine arts.

After the drink, Landon drive her home, but decided to sleep on her guest room because he is tired. She gave him his gift, which is a personalize jersey shirt like his NBA uniform from the Philippines. I know he loved that, I put a '-always Jaye' in the bottom left of the jersey shirt, which wouldn't be seen if he wear it because he alway insert his jersey shirt in his short. I smile at myself.. 'uhhh, back to work girl.' Imentally told myself.

I look the file in my hands and read it. I think there's nothing wrong in this account, why his Boss keep on whining about having trouble in this account? I shook my head, just to regret it. My head ache gotten worst. I take out an aspirin in my cabinet and take two. Worst day ever.

The intercom rang and I answer it quickly.

"Yes, Mr. Lane?"

"Give me that Aniston file!" He said in a cold voice and the line cut off.

Before I enter the room I gave a warning knock and sigh deeply. I walk to his table and hand him the file. He scan it for a couple of seconds or two.

"I double check it, It's clean as a new waive fabric." I said confidently, even I do have headache my mind still works clearly.

"Even new waive fabric have a bacteria from the material used that needed to becleaned up." He said bitterly and look at me sharply. My breathing stop for a mere second. "Do you know who is Landon Leatherby, Miss Castro?" I didn't get a chance to answer his question because he accusingly look at me in the eyes and said. "He is a play boy and a real player like himself. He make every girl in his life cry and just slept with them." I inhale sharply 'Look at yourself first Mister, you are the one who changes girlfriend every week and gave them a diamond ring as a separation fee.' I thought,  bite my lips to be sure that my thought would stay inside my mind. I just keep my flat face and look down before I can say anything that I would regret.

"He didn't deserve you Ischia." He said in a low voice. He pronounce my name as (is-kee-uh) like the hip bone. I remember my second day. He ask me how to pronounce my name.

"How'd you pronounce you name Miss Castro?" He ask looking at my file.

"It's 'ee-skyah jay', sir." I answer confidently. Since I was a kid, its a common question. The price of having a weird and unique name.

"Ohh, like the volcanic island in Italy? Why? and I thought its ja-ye."

"Well the doctor that assist my mother in giving birth of me came from that island and my father really want a boy for a child. So my mother just make my name feminine by adding e in jay." I explain as always.

"You, should be 'is-kee-uh', like the hip bone, because you are rich in that aspect. Okay, you may go to your table Miss Castro and do your work." He commanded. Suppressing my anger I walk out his door to my table just outside his office.

"It's 'ee-skyah', sir." I corrected. "And yes, he didn't deserve me. Anything else that you want, Sir?" I ask emotionless.

He take a deep breath and look at me for seconds. "Nothing you may go." He said and turn his chair around, so I'm seeing the back of his chair. I walk to the door before he change his mind.

When I reach my table I inhale harshly and composed myself. The nerve of that guy. He's just my boss and he don't have a say about my personal life. I inhale again and take my sit. I really don't get him. It's not the worst day ever. This is my worsts day ever!