P.S.S (Personal Spy Secretary) Season 1

Chapter 8(half of 4)

"I can manage." I said and picked up the files. "Well you should." He said. My glasses were slowly making its way down. But as I raised my neck a bit, I could see him smirking.

And somehow I reached the office. Tiptoed some time. The only time I relaxed was when I was in the elevator.

Once I reached the office I kept the books down on the table. I sighed and straightened my arm joints.

"Now, sort these." He said. My eyes went so wide at the least sight of the files and now he is telling me to sort these out. Wow. Can this guy be anymore impossible? But I quickly maintained my professional posture. I nodded and said, "Yes, Sir."

I glanced around the room. A modernish black and white room, that is really big.

I then took the files and asked him, "Where am I...?" "Over there." He pointed at a door. I started walking near to it. Then only I remembered, with these bid files with me, how I am supposed to open the door. When I looked back, I saw him smirking. He knew that I wouldn't be able to open it.

"Sir, would you please mind opening the door for me?" I asked. "Of course, I would mind." He said, with a normal look. "Um... why?" I asked.

"Because, if a boss is bossing a secretary, it is fine, but if a secretary is bossing around-"

"I don't always, right. Just this time." I said. "I don't tolerate anyone interrupting what I am saying." Even though you are always, WOW. I wanted to scoff. "I am sorry." But I said that politely.

"And of course," He started. "I would mind so much." He said. Oh god, this is literally annoying. How am I supposed to be his P.A if this is how his behavior towards me.

"Yes." I said, and came back and kept the files on the desk, went back and opened the door and kept the files on my table. "Thank you." I said and slammed the door shut. "You are always welcome." I could hear him tell.

Why should I work for this monster, this devil, when I have many other choices?

Many other choices? Who am I kidding? My father doesn't know how cruel thus devil is, when he is all smiling and cheerful in front of my father, like he is wearing a mask, and in front of me, he is showing his true colors, like on a toy you could play with.

It was almost noon when I finished sorting out those files. And on the contrary, I was hungry to hell. But I didn't let my hunger take control of me.

And I was also getting frequent calls from many organizations, where I kept on telling, sorry, and call you later, or, my boss is kind of busy, but I will try to make time. And to be frank, I was getting bored by my own comments, or specially, my own lies.

I got up from my chair, and decided to ask Jason the schedule. As I turned the doorknob, I heard a familiar voice. As I opened, I saw that, that familiar voice belonged to Claire. And the most horrific thing, Claire was sitting on Jason's lap, and talking with him like any normal couple would.

Okay, this is ridiculous. They are chit-chatting in here like, during work time, seriously? But hey, who am I kidding, the man who is sitting in front of me is the boss, and it's not like I should 'meddle' in my boss's affairs.

"Ahem..." I coughed slightly, to announce my presence.

Suddenly, Claire got of his lap, and stood near him.

"I need your schedule, Sir." I talked as if nothing happened. "Why?" He asked. "People were calling from different companies asking for you, Sir." I said, politely. "Oh, Okay." He said and opened his laptop and started doing something in there.