The Narcissist

Chapter 1

At the sound of the telephone, Mr. Aros' secretary, Monica Pute rushes to answer. The knee-length pencil-foot skirt and four inch heels made her work up a sweat, but if she ever misses a call her boss will find out and that will be the end of her career and the career of her Pute line, and he is a man of his harsh words.

She hangs up the phone, gulps down the lump in her throat conjured up by the terror of just hearing the man's name. Her voice cracks as she yells to the room, "He's here! He's on his way up!" She rushes off to her daily task and Yolanda stands confused as to who could strike such fear in every single soul.

Chaos filled the air as everyone struggled to get as much work done as possible before he walked through the elevator doors. Mumbles travel through the entire building. "It's only 8:29." "I'm so gonna lose this job." "Why is he so early?" Papers fly, coffee spills and Yolanda stands in the middle of all the mayhem waiting to be assisted.

The elevator dings and the silver doors slide open and a man of tall built steps out with a coat flung across his arm and a briefcase in the other hand. The way he walks dictates that this man is a man of power. His proud and boastful walk also strikes fear in the humble Yolanda and she understands what the catastrophe was for earlier, the catastrophe which she has just realize happened to have stopped with the ding of the elevator.

The man holds his head straight, and quivers run up Yolanda's spine when she realizes that she is directly opposite him and that she is in his way. He has no intention of changing his course. Her legs freeze and so did her mind, she doesn't know what to do or where to move to. The closer he comes the more her body shivers and she could feel all eyes on her. She hears the whispers, "Is she stupid?" "I can't watch." "He is so hot."

Yolanda rolls her eyes at the last murmur.
"Move." The man commands and for a moment Yolanda went in shock. 'Is this how he talks to people?' Yolanda thought. Her mouth flies open and she starts to scan the expressions on the face of the people in the room.

"Excuse me, Sir?" She finally built up the courage to speak, sounding soft and inferior. The employees gasped and her bravery, "She's toast."

"Are you telling that you are deaf?" His eyebrows collide, his voices as loud as thunder.

"Are you telling me what to do?" She folds her arms trying to hide her shaking hands and sweating palms.

"Might as well grab a popcorn," a man name Eugeen says while walking to his desk.

The man chuckles and Yolanda's stupidity, fold his lips and looked around to find his employees not doing the jobs they are being paid to do. They immediately know what was coming and start to shuffle around being constructive again. "As for you, bottom feeder, you are fired." He flings his coat over her head and shoves his briefcase in her hands, "See to that before you leave." He walks to his office door, "Monica!"

"Yes, Mr. Amos." Monica nervously answers, hastily approaching him.

"I have and interview in ten minutes," he checks his watch to make sure, "Is she here yet?"

She nods, "Yes, Mr. Amos."

"Send her in within five minutes." He closes his office door behind him and she whispered, "Yes, Sir." And turn on her heels, a nervous smirk plastered on her lips.

"Ms. Richman, Mr. Amos will have you in five minutes," Monica sighs and Yolanda hands her his belongings.

"I'm aware." Yolanda smiles devilishly, "This should be fun."

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