Conflicted

Chapter 9

Ada Johnson's P. O. V

No matter how many times I questioned the man over what he meant, he completely ignored my interrogation and bypassed the topic overall. Soon enough I find myself with my hands clasped in my lap and entering into 'work mode' as Gregory explains to me what I'll be doing throughout the day.

"And don't worry Ada. I chose you because you stood out to me before I even knew you were the Ada that was applying for the internship." Greg soothes once more, almost as if he knows that's the issue that was plaguing my mind this entire time.

Nodding at the man's words, I stand up as I get ready to start off on the list of tasks I need to catch up on throughout the day. One thought pains me however, and it's the image of me running around the entirety of the day in high heels. Wearing them for an hour or so at an event I get, but wearing them everyday for hours on end is enough to make me cry in pain at my poor heel and toes.

"Got it." I pause momentarily as I pick up the file he hands towards me. My task being easy enough that I won't have to ask for extra help. Not much to figure out from photocopying the same document ten times and then handing them to Greg's secretary.

"Um. Where is the copying room?" I ask, completely at a loss since half of me didn't even listen to that guy called Ross who blabbered on and on about the building.

I really should have listened to him.

Greg seems to find this incredibly amusing as a smirk makes its way onto his lips, his head shaking in amusement as a few strands of hair fall onto his forehead. The sight so intriguing to me that I have to physically restrain myself by clutching onto the blue file with all I have, stopping my hand from reaching out and placing the hair back in place.

Now that I practically work for the man, I don't want to think how many boundaries I'll be breaking if I fall for him even more. I already know I'm toeing the fine line as it is.

"Head out the door and ask my secretary, she'll help you out." I nod in thanks and turn on my heel, ready to march out the door until his voice rings out again. "Oh and Ada?" My hand stops dead in its tracks as I grasp the cool brass handle, "We're going to have to maintain a professional business so I'm going to need you to call me Mr. Maxwell while in the premises." He finishes once I've turned towards him.

I nod my head, understanding completely.

"Got it Mr. Maxwell." I call out for good measure, the name sliding off my tongue easily as I give him a smile and head out the door. On my way to find the secretary who should be wondering here somewhere.

The work seems easy as I move along for the rest of the day. Barely getting the chance to sit, however, as I rush from one end of the building to the next. Piles of papers in my hand, some of which I have to go through and outline certain things before sneaking off to Gregory's secretary named Jamie.

The woman is a God send who knows the man like the back of her hand. I've only spoken to her once and from the way she talks about Greg, I can tell she's been working for him for a long time.

Sighing, I plop down in the leather seat and lean my elbow on the desk as I swivel in the chair and turn towards the woman who I know is staring at me with a plucked eyebrow poised.

"Is something wrong?" The worry in the woman's tone is evident but I shake my head as I let out a groan. Desperately wanting to take my heels off and stretch all my limbs out like a feline who's just awoken.

"I'm just tired. My feet hurt from walking from one end of the building to another," I questions as I place the new file I've acquired onto her desk.