Struggle For Power [✓]

Chapter 6

Selena POV

There was an unusual feeling about coming into the work building, especially with everyone knowing of soon-to-be-placed promotion. I knew everyone had their own views on it, positive and negative, but it was almost unavoidable. But it was how people responded to them. Generally, I could deal with them. But there was at least one petty bitch on each floor who just waited for your presence to be near before they opened their mouth. They were usually the ones who wanted to fuck the highest authority to get that position, but ultimately failed and now consume themselves with that bitterness.

Although I managed, I hated that I knew I had piercing eyes watching my every move, voices running my name in their discussions and my work being analysed just to find mistakes or reasons why I don't deserve this. Something as simple as the printer not working when you use it was a viable reason. But I knew better, I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing my failures. At least not the bigger ones that could mean something. 

I walked past the busy open space with all endless voices and chatter as the company was in full speed. I liked the drive everyone seemed to have, the dedication. All it would take was a strangers eye to watch these people in their work environment 5 minutes to understand why this company was where it was.

"Miss Gomez?" A women came up to me, nearly startling me at her sudden presence. It made me stop in my tracks I gave her my full attention. She looked nervous though, her hands were kept firmly behind her back as she gave me a faint smile. She was quite young, the maybe early twenties, possibly younger but she was stunningly beautiful with her piercing blue eyes and long curly blonde hair which fell effortlessly down her back.

"Hi. I'm sorry, I don't remember your name." I felt bad, but I didn't dwell on it. I probably didn't know half of the people on my floor and I was pretty useless with remembering names on a good day.

"Chardonnay Gillies, but you can call me Char." She still kept her smile on her face even though she seemed uneasy.

"That's a cute name." I compliment, hoping to ease her slightly. Her posture seems to relax suddenly, which made me feel somewhat good. "What can I help you with?"

I began to walk down towards my office, away from the wandering eyes. Char follows by my side closely, her arms strictly by her sides.

"Since you will be owning the company very soon, Mr Bieber wants you to feel comfortable with everything so he wants me to be your assistant."

It was a sweet gesture on Michael's part, I did slip a small grin that he wants me to thrive as much as I could. It would help me get things done in more organised and quicker ways. However, I knew my work and how it's done and I've never had trouble before. Was this new change necessary though? I never had an assistant beside me.

"Do you help the entire floor or just myself?" Apparently, my words were funny as she let out a quick chuckle to herself. Maybe I misunderstood what she meant.

"Only you. I am surprised Mr Bieber didn't tell you about it unless it was a surprise for you which is actually quite sweet." Michael and his surprises.

We enter my office which was closed off from the rest of the floor, my perfect style. I didn't want a glass office like everyone else, I liked my privacy within the workplace. I didn't need to see the looks everyone would give me. It also gave me more abilities to design it to my taste.

The walls were a basic black, which a few art pieces I had contained throughout the years brightening it up. Most of my furniture was black, my desk, my computer, most of the accessories decorating around it. I had an eye-piercing red sofa planted against the wall as well, giving it a more casual feel.