Oh, Mr. Ackerman

Chapter 1

Heavy pants escaped my lips while my hands soon grows sweaty from the tightened grip I have on my briefcase, holding it a bit tight within my palms. My bulky glasses slightly sliding down my nose, as more sweat builds up, do to the extra heat containing my body.

Who knew stepping into my first job would be this hard?! Standing in front of the building, and all I had to do is push open the doors; somehow seems like the hardest thing to do right now. I took a heavy swallow of my own saliva that was barely there do to my extremely dry throat and took a step closer towards the building.

Seconds felt like minutes while minutes felt like hours and along with that, hours felt like years. I start to feel my anxiety skyrocketing which only causes my breathing to become a bit hard and my chest to tighten. Why in the hell is it taking me so long to open these damn doors?!

"Why in the hell are you just standing there?! Its annoying as hell, just open the damn doors and go inside!"

The hairs on my neck stood up, the blood in my body seemed to run cold as the voice behind my spoke.

When in the hell did someone come up behind me and on top of that, they can speak English!?

This is France, shouldn't they be speaking to me in a different language?

I turned my head slowly towards the person who spoke to me not even seconds ago, quickly darting my eyes to the ground once taking a quick look at them. "I um..." The voice in my head is saying exactly what my lips are trying to get out but my voice is terribly caught in my throat, then foot steps are heard as the person approachs me. His steps seemed to echo in my head as sweat trickled down my chin.

Soon the sound stop and shoes came into view of my gaze on the ground, which soon causes me to slowly lift my head, seeing a male with two different shade of brown hair come into view. His face was shaped... somewhat like a horse. But then, there was another male standing beside him, who appeared to have straight jet black hair.

"Jean, don't be so mean, maybe he don't understand English." The black headed male spoke, they both were dressed in black suites and dress shoes. Very formal, I see.

"I-I can talk English!" I don't know why but that came out louder than what I wanted it to...

"See, Marco, he can speak English." The male named, Jean said and soon turned his attention back towards me, "Are you the new assistant for Mr. Ackerman?" He questioned.

Honestly, they never told me what my position would be, they just told me I was hired and I needed to get here as quickly as I could from my country. "I honestly don't know, when they hired me, they never told me my position." I told him truthfully.

"Well what the he-" Marco placed one hand over Jeans mouth before he was able to finish before speaking himself.

"How about we go and see from Mrs. Zoe, how does that sound?"

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Once we reached an office, that was huge if I must add. There was pictures and paintings of all source of things. Most of them were pictures of giants with no clothes on but no private part to show.

The room looked really nice. As I took in most of the rooms features and beauty, my eyes then scanned over a desk that had a women sitting in a rolling desk chair. Her hair was a burgundy color and reached to the middle of her back. She wore bulky glassed almost the same as mine. "Hey Mrs. Zoe, we found a lost puppy we thought you should have." Jean started, pointing a finger in my direction.

Okay, I think I had enough of this 'Jean' person he got one more time to say something that's not necessary and I swear I'll-

"Oh? Let me see it, I promise I won't hurt it!" Mrs. Zoe jump off the desk that she was just sitting at moments ago, I'm surprise that she didn't break her ankle with them 6-inch heels she had on.