Miss Montreal

Chapter 4: Miss Thorin Alea

Wake up at four a.m tops, commuting that includes running and walking, buying Caramel macchiato and muffins on the go, arriving on 6 a.m in his lady boss's house, practically the human mirror of his boss, answering Miss Montréal's questions such as "Does this look good on me?", "Dress or skirt?" or "Black? Gray or White? " are just some questions that slightly lose his 'dude' side-- are a part of his daily work and routine for a roughly four-month now since Dione resigned. It was tough, sometimes Lucas question his sanity and is in constant sanity check when he had time to ′breathe.′

In addition to this, the woman he was slaving for-- he dared to say it, has been spitting fire to her employees now and then. At first, it bothered Lucas, the woman was indeed feisty and fierce but as the time passed by he just shrugged it off. It did not bother him anymore, Thorin has the right to do so and Lucas has been the shock absorbent from all of the roasted and burned human species in Montréal Inc.

"There was a tiny typography error in my report. She threw it out in the window from the twentieth floor! " A lady from the marketing department, sobbing as she closed the CEO'S office door. She looked at Lucas, he glanced back at the now leaking mascara lady-- Lucas throws her an apologetic smile.

"Miss Montréal means no harm. She was pointing your lapses, for your betterment," Lucas stated, trying his best to sympathize. The same line was lamely used for quite some time now, it was getting old.

"Easy for you to say!" The lady walked out hastily. Easy? Lucas had his fair share of Thorin's unpredictable and unpleasant outburst, she has the right to point out things and Lucas tends to pretend it was constructive criticism rather than not.

God that woman had worst tantrums than a three-year-old kid. Guess he had the cut-out patience and respect for his boss or more likely, he has to protect himself and his job.

Lucas continued to work on his computer, sending, typing, organizing and filing documents and receiving calls for the next hours, only to be interrupted by a tap on his shoulder "Hey man."

Lucas looked up and nod his head upon recognition. Ryle from the marketing department, they met two months ago in the cafeteria. He was the friendly co-worker that befriends everyone. He was annoying but Lucas tolerated his behavior because he needs at least another soul as a company while eating lunch. Ryle, holding some paper reports trudged towards Thorin's office.

Moments later, Ryle exited the office looking flushed. Lucas couldn't help but grin at his predicament, Ryle noticed Lucas reaction. "That woman is a monster Lucas," Ryle approach Lucas's desk and sat slightly on it.

"She isn't that bad." Lucas snickered, Ryle looked at him like he grew another head. "Are you serious man?! She burned my reports because of a missing graph! Which in my defense, isn't necessary."

Lucas shrugged and continued typing. "It's either you're insensitive or had acquired the immunization vaccine from His Royal Highness Thorin of Thorns."

"Both," Lucas replied as the messaging icon of the company plopped, caught his attention. He opened the message from Miss Montréal.

'Hey' Lucas checked the sender's name again, just to make sure he isn't having a nightmare or a daydream, or both.

"Really? Or you got the hots for Montréal. In which case is pretty obvious to me." Ryle enunciated, that caused Lucas to stop and gape at Ryle. It was like a nuclear bomb drop on him in his stomach from nowhere.

Lucas quickly covered any emotions that might be flashed through from his face. Clearing his throat and thoughts, "Stop with the assumption Adams."