Corporate Love Affair

Chapter four

Thursday

Belza sat in her private jet, looking over the resumes of the possible candidates for the secretary job on her Tablet. So far, only handfuls were to her liking, but one stood out the most to her....

Mr. Liam Freeze.

An honors student at Martin Hordes' Military Academy. Completed all tactical and combat missions in Syria, Iraq and Yemen. Graduated Command Sergeant Major. He sounds like the perfect secretary or commander in her many forces. But why does that name sound so familiar? She asked herself.

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Matthew looked down at the list before sighing heavily. "We are never going to find a good secretary for Belza." He turned to Nara who had her forehead to the table already.

"I don't think we will find the right person for this job. I think it's better if we just give up. We both know Belza is a tough person to please when it comes to her job." Nara picked her head up and looked at the list in front of her. "There is one more person on this list and so help me God this person better be the one."

"I will call him in." Matthew got up from his chair and walked to the door. "Liam Freeze?" He called as soon as he opened the door. "Mr. Freeze."

A few seconds later, in walking was a man that was towering over Matthew's five foot-eleven-inch stature. His body built like a linebacker, very muscular and toned. His cheeks were chiseled like a finely carved Michelangelo statue. His nose is perfectly symmetrical. His lips are slightly full: the kind that end in a cute little smirk at the corners. The rays of sunlight made his greyish-green eyes glow and shine.

Nara cleared her throat and looked at him from up and down. "Tell me about yourself, Mr...."

"Freeze, Liam Freeze." He smiled, his Irish accent fluent, which sent both Matthew's and Nara's heart to race.

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86 hours later

Belza exited the elevator yawning, right now a couple shots of expresso in her coffee would do her good, then again maybe not a couple. A lot. She was up all night thinking of a plan to expand the military academy dorms. The number of new cadets was multiplying so fast in that one area. Without paying attention she opened her office, she hung her coat and threw a file she was carrying on her secretary's desk.

"Good morning to you too, Ms. Madrid." A deep husky, Irish accented voice said. Turning her head, Belza looked over to see a handsome, good-looking man sitting in her secretary's office desk. How can she miss him as soon as she walked in?

"And you are?" She studied his face. He was very handsome.

"Liam Freeze, graduating student from the Martin Hordes' Military Academy. I am their star pupil and the top of my class in all combats, weaponry and statistic skills." He stood and held a hand out to her. "And it seems like now I am your secretary."

Why does that name and his voice sound so familiar to me?

"One of my favorite and best academies." Belza took his hand, but that strange feeling down her spine. "Who was your commanding officer?" She cleared her throat and quickly pulled her hand away.

"Admiral Charles Ivan Freeman." He said sticking his hand in his pockets and looking at her. "He gave me hell for months."

'Tough man to deal with." Belza laughed. "You're Irish born?"

"Aye, my parents are born Irishman, but I grew up part of my life in Ireland with my grandparents, before coming back to the states in my late teen years. My father wanted me in the family business." He smiled, a gorgeous smile at that one.

Belza cleared her throat again as butterflies formed in her stomach. He was what came out of a romance novel an imagine of her dream guy when she was in her young teenage years. "So what made you apply to this job?" She asked.

Liam rocked on his heels, "Like I told your people during the interview, I have a vast majority of experience in combat either on the fields or off the field. I am very organized to the last detail, when it comes to certain task and assignments. I can plan a full meeting with models, printouts and a slideshow in under seven hours for the following day. You wouldn't even have to do much work except present it, read off or if you know the material and smile."

Belza looked at him up and down before answering, "Okay to prove yourself. Those files I threw on your desk earlier are either to be filed or ready for an upcoming meeting sometime this week or sooner. I want you to prove me wrong on the doubt, I have in ever secretary I have hired in the last few months."

"I will except the challenge, if I have to prove you wrong, Ms. Madrid." He smiled, before turning on his heels towards his desk, which caused Belza's eyes to fall on his butt.

He does have a nice butt in those slim dress pants. Not to mention those broad shoulders in that tight dress shirt.... She thought to herself. I wonder how....

"Ms. Madrid, are you okay?" Liam's voice snapped her out of her thoughts and focused on his concerned face.

"Yes I am fine. Go to work, you don't want to be fired on your first day." She said walking to her. "Prove me wrong."

"I plan too." She heard him laugh from his desk as the sound of papers rustled.

What was Matthew and Nara thinking, when they hired him? He looked like he belonged in some fashion magazine or off a runway. Did they even do a thorough background check? This is the first time I have a male secretary. This is going to be interesting.

Sighing, she turned on her computer and went on her normal routine with emails, reports, missions and a close watch on her competitors in the stock market. But her eyes kept drifting to her secretary's desk in the counter of her huge office. She studied Liam's movements, as he organized half the files, before filing them away. The remaining files on his desk was neatly in the corner as he wrote something down on a sticky note, before turning to his computer.

Which made Belza curious, she logged into his computer from her's, she saw what he was looking at.

He is just typing up a schedule in excel, at least he is organized.

At that same time, Belza's computer pinged telling her she had a new message in her inbox.