Chapter 9 Chapter 9
Selena
I walked after Anastasia, more of trying to catch up with her fast strides, as she swayed her hips.
It seemed we were heading to Theodore’s office as we were in the company now.
After the meeting, everyone except Theodore and Ethan stayed behind while we entered the Jet, leaving the cold place.
But I didn't miss the eyes that gauged my back while I entered the jet. I didn't dare look back knowing it was him.
There was something unsettling in his gaze, like he knew what I was up to, though it wasn't possible.
“If you could be the boss's assistant, then you must be qualified. Most people here are of high degree, often the top, which are you?"
I snapped out of my thoughts. Opening my mouth to answer Anastasia’s questions, though I didn't even hear her.
“I…?”
“Nevermind. It doesn't matter. There is no doubt you must have finished from the best school.”
But I didn't. No, I couldn't even go to college after high school. All my qualifications for working were obtained through online courses. That was all I could afford, and somehow it has come a long way.
I graze my lips.
I couldn't say that now and be ridiculed. Everyone in T&M must be from one just as she spoke.
“The rules here are different from the world’s. You should know that, so make sure to keep your distance as much as possible from theboss.” She stepped out of the elevator, and I followed her, struggling to catch up with her steps.
“Avoid lateness, it's incompetent. You should know this. And,” She suddenly stopped, almost making me bump into her.
“Don't waste this opportunity thinking you can seduce him.”
“What?” I almost yelled, but covered my mouth.
“I saw the way you looked at him in that room, so I know. If you don't want your dead end, do that. And lastly, this–”
“Mrs Anastasia, let me show her around. I have to speak to her about the project anyway.” The sharp tone of Valeria filled the space.
We turned towards her. Her skirt hugged her hips, her breasts full, curvy even on the office shirt. She swayed her hips, not giving me a look, more like ignoring my presence, and she smiled at Anastasia.
“If you say so. I've got things to do.” They beamed at each other.
Anastasia gave me a look, before turning, and then she was gone.
Just what was wrong with the people of T&M?
“Let’s go in.”
Again, she doesn't look at me. I didn't even notice we had stopped in front of a door. She opened it, and we entered the room.
Maybe it was her office. It was simple, with white decor, and a little couch. A door that could lead to a bathroom is fixed at the side.
Valeria swayed her waist to the chair behind the table and she sat down, relaxed, her gaze to me, like she was plotting.
It was just a day. Yet everything was spiraling, building my head for a headache. First I was left in the cold which no one has addressed as if it were normal. And then the meeting.
I shouldn't be surprised at that. Surprised at their brutality, but I couldn't help it.
It's no news that Theodore Mateo was cold-blooded, but his employees being that way too was one I wasn't expecting.
“Come back!”
I snapped out of thought, my body moved back, shocked at the scream. Valerie scowled.
“How could you zone off while I was speaking?” She glared, and if it was a red rod, it had struck out of my head.
“I wasn't,” I murmured a lie.
“Do I look like a fool?” She walked out of the chair to stand in front of me.
She was taller than I, her figure curved to the right. Perfect, but when her pink lips open, it speaks venom.
From her face, she had be four to five years older than me.
I closed my eyes slightly, opening them to look at her. There was no doubt that she didn't like me, and I knew it because I spoke against her at the meeting. I was handed over to her now, so I needed to be careful.
“No. I’m sorry I was distracted.”
She scoffed, clearly not satisfied. Her gaze travelled down to my body then my legs. Assessing again.
Why was everyone hell-bent on that? I couldn't be too out of place now right? I had tried not to be.
I chewed my inner cheek, a sweat breaking out from my neck.
“It seems there is nothing to be done here, so I’ll leave.” I turned, wanting to be gone.
“Leave? This’s your office.” She lifted her body from the table.
“You have even failed to realize the possibility of it being yours? This doesn't look like an already working place now. Are you slow-witted?”
I chose to ignore her question. Maybe I was slow-witted, because I have indeed failed to realize how little it felt like a workspace than just a space. Even the bookshelf against the wall was almost empty.
Unlike other companies, where assistants or secretaries are given just space outside the boss's office, here it was different.
Highly earned indeed.
“Just a little advice,” She stepped closer to me. “You share the same corridor with the boss. So you should be careful. You don't want to see a gun flying towards you.” She beamed.
I nodded. It wasn't true right? This was just a working space.
“I’m sure Anastasia has given you everything you need. For the product, I’ll send the details soon, so you can speak kindly to the owner.”
She doesn't wait before walking out, the door closing after her.
I watched the space she just left in, and took a deep breath before dropping my bag on the table, to sit. Unlike my expectation of something hard or neutral, the chair was soft.
“Hmm, peak of working here.”
It was a relaxing space.
Footsteps walked past my door. I opened my eyes. This floor was shared by just him and me. That means he has arrived and the person with him must be Ethan.
If it was truly Ethan, then there must be something important to discuss.
I stood up. Taking my phone from my bag, I walked silently to the door, opening it gently not to cause noise.
Walking a few feet, I stopped in front of another door, which I assumed was his office.
It had to be it, but..
My brows furrowed. Why was it opened slightly?
“The ship will be arriving in eight hours. Aleksandr will have to sit on this after the last batch, he was enraged last time. Not like anything can be done.” The voice from the room was Ethan's.
My breath caught, my heart racing. This was it. Whatever they were saying about a ship couldn't be simple.
I swiped my phone open, putting it on record, and I held it to the door.
I calmed my heart, causing my body to still, and not freak out in fear.
“What about the cops? They seem to have a handful of information lately.” It was Theodore’s this time.
My legs shivered. There was something about his voice. Though casual now, it sends commands down my body voluntarily.
“We can handle them after the goods are delivered to the warehouse.”
Silences, then a hmm. Which I was sure was Theodore's.
“Ensure safety. Those containers hold billions drugs for–”
My hands suddenly weakened, and my phone snapped to the floor.