𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑬𝑹 ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ 𝑩𝑶𝑺𝑺

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I stomped into my office with a scowl on my face, I was more than ready to tear that devil into little tiny unrecognizable pieces. I wanted to scream to his mom how much I hate that jerk and promise her that she shouldn't even be worried about me breaking the rule.

Who would even want to be in a relationship with him?  Definitely not me.

I sat on my swivel chair and did a few turns to take my mind off that infuriating human. I opened my black bag and took out a small box that had wrapped chocolate inside it. I took one out and put it into my mouth devouring the calming sweet taste of perfection.

Now that I calmed myself, I didn't know what to do next. The fact that I had to wait for his order to do something was frustrating in and of itself. I lied on my table and stretched my hand while bending the other to rest my head on it. I closed my eyes  to have a little nap as my body was exhausted from all the running I had to do while looking for the non-existent coffee shop mr.jerk created to make fun of me for no apparent reason.

You did try to kill him with a heel, you should be thankful he didn't Sue you.

Oh shut up! He should be thankful I have a bad aim or else he would have died.

I woke up startled by the ringing of the telephone placed on the table which stopped ringing immediately. That was when I heard that jerk call me.

“Joyce!”

Joyce? Ugh!what did I ever do to deserve this?

I hurriedly got up from my seat and went to his office. I contemplated on whether I should knock or just barge in and then I just barged in when he called my name for the second time.

“ you called for me?” I said politely but truth be told my eyes were throwing very sharp Spears aimed at his heart.

“The next time I call your name twice, it will be a deduction to your salary.” he warned with his fountain pen pointed at me.

He was sitting in his chair,papers covering half of the table with his glass name plate that read 'Killian Grayson COO' on the edge of the messy table. The office screamed wealth with its fancy leather coaches, giant television, water purifier and a silver colored carpet. The grey wallpaper had an intricate design of  golden patterns. The inbuilt bookshelf filled with a variety of books  had a relaxing effect with the magnificent yet cloudy New York city view the wide clear glass offered.

“Am I talking to myself here,Joyce?” he asked a look of irritation evident on his face.

It's Ms.Joyce,you idiot!

I haven't even realized that he was talking because I was so busy getting amazed over his office.

“No, of course not, sir. I'm listening." I said shifting my weight from one leg to the other hoping he would see how eager I was to sit down.

He opened his drawer and  brought out a yellow notebook. He handed it to me  then he started searching his pocket for what I assume was a pen. After a few minutes of a searching, he gave up and picked the fountain pen he was writing with earlier.

“ From now on, you and this notebook are conjoined twins. It should be with you at all times because the things that will be stored on this notebook is my schedule. Basically my whole life, who I am going to meet, when I am going to meet them,project due dates just everything. Understand?” he said shuffling through the papers.

“with me at all times, yes sir.” I replied while he kept on cursing trying to find what I think is a paper.

Can I please sit down? My leg is killing me.