Ch.28 congratulations
Ayanna's POV
I walked into the office at exactly 7:30. I didn't want to be late and have Mr Sinclair scold me. I went to the cafeteria downstairs to get his plain black coffee and got a latte for myself. I wondered when he was going to come and if his coffee wouldn't have been cold by then. I just decided to keep it in his office anyway so he'd see it once he comes.
I opened the door to his office and there he sat in all his glory looking devilishly handsome, rich and powerful sitting on his executive chair. But he's not supposed to be here by now. I remembered his words yesterday, "I don't want to be here before you."
An immediate frown appeared on his face and without looking up he spoke. " I thought I told you to be here before me and my coffee should be on my table as well," he stated calmly but with the way he spoke I know he was far from being calm, he was furious.
What was I supposed to do? leave the coffee in his office overnight?
"You did sir and that's why I'm here early with your coffee," I replied with all the courage I could muster.
"You call this early?" he didn't hide his anger now as he shouted. He stared at his Rolex before continuing. "This is 7:45."
I was frustrated, work doesn't even start till eight or nine and here he was making an issue out of
nothing.
"So when was I supposed to come? six-thirty? Or better still should I have spent the night in your office? " I furiously asked
"Are you asking me? "he glared. "I don't give a damn if you're here by five, I gave you a simple instruction and you couldn't follow it."
"Well, I'm sorry sir." I apologized calming down. " I didn't know when you were going to be here."
"Just drop the coffee on my table and leave my office," he ordered angrily.
He and his anger issues, how can someone be so angry and annoying so early in the morning? Maybe one of his flings denied him or told him he was bad at sex. I think that's enough for him to be
angry, it'd have hurt his ego so much.
I dropped the coffee carefully on the table before walking to the door. As I was about to open the door, I heard the sound of something being spat out.
"What the hell is this?" he asked angrily causing me to turn, he was so angry I could nearly see the steam coming from his ear.
"Co-coffee." I stuttered as a reply.
"What type of coffee?" he inquired
"Plain black coffee like you requested," I answered starting to get nervous. Isn't it coffee that's in it?
"Can't you just do something good for once, why are you so bad at following orders. First, you were
late, secondly no coffee on my table and when it finally arrives it tastes horrible. So tell me, Miss Davies, just what can you do? " he asked angrily
"I'm sorry sir, I'd go get you something else." I apologized walking forward to take the cup away.
"Just get out of my office Miss Davies." he snapped and I wasted no time in seeing myself to the door.
I sighed immediately I got to my office. How on earth was I supposed to know that he'd be here earlier than seven-thirty and isn't all black coffee supposed to taste horrible?
I don't think I'd be able to stand his attitude, I will most likely resign and find another job where I can get peace of mind, and that's not with him. He just made my blood pressure rise.
By nine he called me to his office telling me to get ready since we would be going to the site for the new project. I got my things ready making sure that all I'd need was inside, I don't want him humiliating me there.
He stepped out of his office walking with his usual confidence and aura, he didn't even tell me it was time to leave, just turned to look at me before looking straight ahead. I took it as my cue taking my bag with me and following him closely behind. We got to the private elevator and he entered while I turned back towards the direction of the staff's elevator. I didn't want him to start yelling at me about not knowing my place or anything he was capable of saying.
"And just where do you think you are going?" his voice startled me and I shook a bit turning to face
him.
"To the other elevator," I answered
"What am I supposed to do with her?" he muttered irritated, shaking his head as if he was referring to a fool.
"What's wrong with this elevator?" he asked with the same irritation in his voice.
"Nothing sir, it's just that it's private," I answered and he sighed.
"We're already late as it is, gets in," he ordered and I nodded walking in.
Being with him alone in an enclosed space was maddening. His cologne filled the air and although I didn't look at him I could see him through my peripheral vision and have I said he looks handsome? He was wearing a pale yellow shirt and white trousers. I found the silence and our proximity annoying, is this how our ride will be?
The elevator stopped and I nearly heaved a sigh of relief, I waited for him to step out but he didn't. "Don't tell me you don't know you are to step out?" he said, the annoyance thick in his tone.
"But you are the boss sir, I walk behind you not in front," I said and he sighed rolling his eyes.
"Ladies first," he muttered and I nearly rolled my eyes, so he was trying to play the perfect gentleman.
I stepped out and he followed, I waited for him so that he could walk in front and me behind. We got to his car and it was a black Maserati. I had to stop for a while to admire its beauty but he ruined the moment.
"We don't have all day Miss Davies." he snapped, it looked like he was always annoyed mostly around me.
"Sorry, sir." I apologized for getting in.
The driver started the car and the whole drive was silent, no one said a word and no sound was made. I was uncomfortable sitting there, Mr Sinclair didn't seem to mind because he was reading a newspaper while I had nothing to do to pass time. I'm sure he had probably forgotten that I was there.
We got to the site and met some people there including Mr Rogers. He gave a detailed description of what he wanted for the interior and I had to take notes. Mr Sinclair flowed well with him speaking as if they were friends and not just business partners. He also brought up ideas that Mr Rogers seemed to like. After two hours of trailing behind them taking notes since he decided not to bring Becca, it was time for us to head back meaning another extremely long boring ride.
As soon as he got back he called a meeting with the staffs telling them about the project and all the improved ideas saying he wanted it started at once while I was there taking a minute. I can't believe he didn't even rest and called the meeting at once. I was tired from the ride and wanted to sleep but he didn't even take a minute break.
After the meeting, I went to his office to hand him the minute heading back to my corner to take a small nap. Just as I was about dozing off I heard a
voice startling me awake. I thanked everything on earth and above that it wasn't him because I wouldn't have heard the last of it, probably even gotten fired.
"Mr Michael." I greeted the petite middle-aged man with bald hair who was Travis Sinclair lawyer.
Mr Michael was probably here to tell Mr Sinclair something about the company or maybe even his father's will. His sibling and mother arrived next passing me a smile before walking in and I wondered what was going on but knew it would be important and it was none of my business.
Thirty minutes into their meeting I was called for and I started to get nervous, they wouldn't need me to take notes, will they?
I opened the door and all eyes were on me. I've never been one to like attention and it wasn't even helping to calm my nerves. Why could they possibly want me here?
Mr Michael was the first to speak up and I could feel my palms getting sweaty as I anticipated his words. "Congratulations Miss Davies."
Congratulations? On what?