Chapter 5 Chapter 5
Well, I finally have a job….right?
Since I got settled in my space, I haven't been able to do a single thing. My mind's been going in different directions and the fact that the man from last night was my boss made my life was.
I had my fingers buried in my hair with my elbows resting on my table. I couldn't even put the pieces of the memory from last night together. I only remember bits of it, but it still makes no sense.
“Miss Blake” I jolted out of my thoughts as I looked up at the person in front of me.
“Is something?” Mr Ricardo asked
“Uh, no…no Sir, I'm fine”
He looked at me doubtfully before finally dropping it “Mr Harris wants to see you”
I felt my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach, fear gripping me almost immediately.
“Oh” I said softly as I pushed my chair outside.
Everything in me was trying to stop me from going, but I really didn't have any choice.
He gestured for me to go first while he trailed behind me. I heard my heart beating in my ears as I approached the office.
He opened up the door for me and hesitantly walked in. Mr Harris had his nose buried in a file, sitting perfectly on his chair almost as if he was made for that chair.
His dark brown hair falls slightly on one side of his face while the other side was perfectly jelled in. He wrote so swiftly on the booklet, his eyes fully concentrated and his lips moving slightly like he was reading something out while he wrote.
“Miss Blake” I heard my name from Mr Ricardo standing beside me
“Won't you like to seat?”
He was already seated on his chair while I was left standing…..
“Oh, I'm…. I'm sorry, Sir” I take my seat,my gaze fixed on my hands resting on my thighs.
“Miss Blake” Mr Harris called out my name, causing me to look up at him.
He put a stop to his writing, his gaze travelling to me.
“The Operations Coordinator will be absent through out next week that means from then till he returns, you'll be handling the minor affairs of the company, under the supervision of Mr Ricardo.”
I turned to Mr Ricardo then back to him.
“We're currently working with Laurence Group to build a partnership branch of both our companies and it's a major deal. You'll only be assisting Mr Ricardo….incase he needs help”
“Declan, aren't you the one overseeing that project though?” Mr Ricardo spoke up “She could just work with you”
He slowly averted his gaze “we'll both over see and but she'll be under you” he looked up at him “I don't want her under me”
I felt my stomach tighten, my cheeks hitting up slightly—it’s bad that he doesn't even want me around him.
Just started and my boss hates me, great.
Mr Ricardo just nodded as the meeting went on.
“Rick, I'll need a list for the raw materials we're getting. Please, get it done early and get it to me today”
“No problem” he said “I'll compile it and have Anita bring it to you”
“Get some else to bring it” he immediately said, turning his attention back to the booklet.
Mr Ricardo turned to me, his experience holding so many questions.
“Please, excuse me” I managed to say, leaving the office as fast I could.
How did I get myself in such a mess?
How does someone work in a company where the boss doesn't even want you 5 feet close to him?
“Is everything alright?” I turned around to Mr Ricardo standing behind me.
I didn't even hear him come out the office.
“Yes, Sir, I'm just fine” I tried to compose myself.
I could see millions of questions on display on his face, but even I didn't have answers to those questions.
“Please, excuse me”
That one night might have caused me bigger problems than I thought it would.
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He put a stop to his writing, taking in a deep breath and leaning backwards on his chair. He tossed the pen on the table as he places his arms on the armrest of the chair, his mind drifting to the woman that just exited his office.
He couldn't stop the memories from last night from flooding his mind, he just couldn't.
Every single time he sets his eyes on her, the memory of her intoxicated self and her wide emerald eyes while she started at him in the car takes over his mind.
How exactly did he lose his will power to a drunk lady? A drunk petite lady for that matter—a drunk petite beautiful lady with eyes that had him captivated and bound.
Wait, what was he saying?
The last thing he needed was to think of that lady. He felt like he took advantage of her, but at the same time, he felt embarrassed that he lost his sense of reasoning and will power to someone he innocently tried to save.
How can someone be so effortlessly captivating enough to make one lose their sense of reasoning?
And to make matters worse, she's under his company.
He was trying to find every way to keep her away. Away from him, far away from his thoughts and far enough to avoid him from having any ideas and any thoughts.
Come to think of it, he shouldn't have saved her. Maybe that would have saved him the stress and the mental pictures that keep playing in his head.
A single night and Anita Blake now permanently has a spot in his head.
How in God's name can he work effectively with this woman under his building?
His thoughts gets disrupted by a knock on his door
“Come in” he picked up his phone
Rick pushed the door open, his hands in his pants pocket
“We need to talk”
He tried to push the conversation away “not now, Rick”
“Of course now. Tell me what's up with you and Anita”
Declan looked up at him with a frown “what do you mean? Nothing is going on with us. Didn't I just meet her?”
Rick raised a brow “did you now?”
Declan let out a sigh, picking up his phone as he pushed his chair backwards.
“I have a meeting, Rick. You should be putting that list I asked for together, not question me”
“I'm only curious why you don't want her close to you. You don't want her under you even though you're clearly overseeing this particular project. Then you don't want her
bringing files to you. Is there something more to this?”
What's with the pressure? This was the worst time to add to this current mentally state.
“She's new, Rick” he pointed out “I don't work with you staffs, you know that”
Rick nodded “so it has nothing to do with you having sex with her last night?”