The Boss Lady

Chapter 3 - Shopping Trip

To say I woke up this morning feeling anxious about going out with Ms Black was an understatement. How do I talk to someone so blunt? What I hated was that I wasn't just nervous because I had to make conversation but I also had to look at her stunning face for more than an hour.

I got ready for the day in my supposed "unimpressive" work clothes, grabbed my handbag and left 10 minutes early in case there was delays on the subway. It was quite a nice day again today and the air was warm with a light breeze, the beautiful sunrise made getting up much earlier than normal worth it.

I got to the offices and walked out the elevator with 15 minutes to spare and decided to go to the bathroom to quickly freshen up and brush my windswept blonde hair through. I thought it would be a good idea to arrive at Miss Blacks office 5 minutes early as to not set off her short fuse.

I knocked on the glass door of her office which was frosted so that you can't actually see inside and after about three seconds I heard a voice say "Come in." I entered and shut the door quietly as I saw that she was concentrating on some papers she had in her hand. She was wearing a fitted black skirt and a crisp white blouse that was open at the top so the right amount of cleavage was showing. I must have been staring because all of a sudden I've heard the words "Like what you see Madison?" My cheeks burnt red and I didn't know what to say, I'd been caught. Trying to keep myself together I replied with "yes actually, it's a nice blouse, maybe I can get a similar one this morning," Judging by the unimpressed look on her face she knew I was looking at something else.

"Well," she started getting up from her chair and standing in front of me, "judging by your 'choice' of clothing, we certainly need to get you something new" she said this whilst looking me up and down. This woman certainly had some front, I actually began to feel irritated from her constant remarks.

"Sorry miss designer but not everyone's loaded like you are" I snapped at her, ready for the worst.

"Considering you live in such a rich neighbourhood, I would have thought your taste in clothing would have been better to be honest" she snarkily responded. "And I worked hard to get what I have, I'm guessing mummy and daddy bought your apartment?"

Clenching my jaw I replied "First of all stalker much? And second just because my parents are wealthy doesn't mean I have to take advantage of that."

"Look it pains me that I have to help you to dress anyway, I didn't realise I'd end up shopping for my paralegal because she dresses terribly."

At this point my cheeks are red in anger for once rather than embarrassment "Have you ever got something nice to say or are you incapable of doing so." There was a brief pause after I'd said that, our eyes locked onto each other's and both of us refused to look away, I certainly wasn't going to take this crap for a year.

She broke the silence and said "Why say something nice, when there's nothing nice to say? The truth hurts sometimes, get over it. Now, this conversation is starting to bore me and we are going to have less and less time to fix you, so let's get going." She ushered us both out the door before I could reply, she has some cheek to say I need fixing.

I decided to just follow her, instead of walk beside her for three reasons, one I didn't want to see or speak with her, two she probably likes to be in front because she's a dominant, power figure and third I didn't know where we was going anyway. It was so hard to not look at her amazing long legs and her bum looked so good in her tight skirt.

When we turned up at our first stop which was Chanel, I asked her "How am I going to afford this by the way, I'll be able to pay for like two items max" as I browsed the various clothing items with ridiculous price tags.