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CEO's Personal Secretary

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"Did you not know your boss was selling his company and assets to me— Pheonix Atticus? Were you his secretary at all?" He asked me and I grounded my jaw. How I wished to dump this coffee on his expensive suit. But Lord forbids, I can't even pay him the amount back.

"I was on a three days leave. And I was his personal secretary in office. Not in his private and personal life. I can't know of shits he wouldn't tell me!" I said glaring at him and the similar smile played on his lips. I was in trouble. I f*****g knew it.

"Sir." He corrected me and I furrowed my brows.

"Huh?"

"One, since you're under my employment and I am your employer. You will address me by a proper title. You'll start addressing me with Sir, okay? And two, I am your boss. You will talk to me with respect and without any of those fowl words. Or if you can't, you can simply resign. The choice is always yours, Miss Wilson."

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Meeting The New CEO
Life is like an art, the more you try to detail it, the more messy it ends up. And my life was nothing like what I had ever imagined it to be. The seventeen year old Bellarosa Wilson would have never imagined her future self to be working as a secratary of a very boring boss. The seventeen year old me was aspiring to be an artist. But my twenty four year old self was pushing my day to earn some. Enough to pay my bills. Enough to afford at least two meals. Especially when I have a younger brother to raise. Mother always used to say my anger was no different than a volcano. Nobody knew for how long we both could explode. She always told me I got my anger from father. But I had never seen my father. But my anger was bad; bad enough to get me fired from my job. "Espresso grande. Quick." An unfamiliar voice ordered when it was my turn to. My eyes narrowed in displeasure and vexation. I had been waiting for an exact sixteen minutes to get the coffee for my boss. I had to leave my apartment exactly sixteen minutes early to get my damned boss's order but this man thought it would be alright to cut the line and order like he owned the place. "Excuse me, Mister! You're cutting the line. Please stand in the queue like every other civilian and wait for your turn to order." I gritted out, holding his wrist when he reached forward to get his wallet out. And like my touch burned him, he jerked out of my hold. His back was no longer facing me but his face. Oh, pretty lord. He was dressed in a well fitted tailored suit. His dark brown locks combed back elegantly. His midnight eyes were glaring down at me in irritation. He was almost two and half inch taller than me. And I was tall. He was lean but muscular. The expensive watch resting on his left wrist mocked me of my financial condition. It would be a lie to deny that the man wasn't beautiful because he damn was. People are handsome, hot but this man was beautiful. Beguiling. He screamed of power and class. "But I'm not like any other civilian, Miss. Now, you're wasting my very expensive time. Is my order done yet?" His last few words weren't directed at me. But to the boy behind the counter. And poor boy, he looked terrified as he quickly nodded his head, getting his order ready. "You can't just ignore my presence and get his order ready first. I have been waiting in the queue for past sixteen- now twenty minutes. My boss will swallow my job if I get any late now!" I said, glaring at the boy who froze, looking between the man and I, perplexed about whose order he should get ready first. "Should've come here early then, no?" The man mocked me. I tilted my face to throw him a dirty look as I grabbed my purse and removed a few banknotes. "And you should've atleast waited in the line, no? Do not act like you own the place, Mister." And something inside his midnight eyes changed. He looked amused. Very amused. His one eyebrow shot up as he crossed his arms against his chest. "Oh, I don't? Shame, I don't own this place, maybe I should." He asked with a very dangerous smile and I felt shivers down my spine. Something inside me was warning me about this man. He was dangerous. His aura said it all. He reeked of power and dominance. And I- I only reeked of troubles and anger. "Sir, Ma'am, your orders are done. Here." The boy behind the counter said with an uneasy smile and I gently slid the money towards him, getting the disposable cup in my hand before I rushed out of the cafe but not before glaring at the man for one last time. Fuck, I was late. The boss will have my neck. And probably my job and paycheck too. "Good morning, sunshine." Amelia greeted me and I gave her a tight lipped smile, rushing towards my desk. "How is boss's mood? I need to give him his coffee. The old man will have my job today." I cursed under my breath, keeping my purse and bag down before I rushed upstairs to give him coffee. "The boss is......." "Always angry? I know. My question was lame, sorry. I'll see you in the lunch later, okay? If I survive." I said, walking as fast as my heels allowed me. I cut Amelia before she could've said anything further. I was getting late. I knocked on the door twice and got in when I heard a faint 'come in'. It wasn't my boss's voice but a very familiar- painfully familiar voice. Behind the desk was sitting the same man, I had met in the cafe, this morning. And my boss wasn't in there. My eyebrows furrowed in pure confusion and so did his before a look of realization hit him. And suddenly he looked smug. Very smug. "So, you work for this company? And you were Mr. Thompson's personal secretary?" He asked, the pen in between his fingers has stopped scribbling as he was looking at me. Very curiously. "Yes, that would be me. Now, tell me what in the name of devil are doing in my boss's office? And where is he?" I asked, looking around the wide space of the office and he smile, like a tiger does, before pouncing on his prey. And by the look on his face, I knew I was the prey. "Brave of you to assume that I don't own this place, Miss. Or the place you were lecturing me in." I felt my heart dropping to my stomach as my voice got struck in my throat. I was gaping like a fish. But then again, I was the fish and he was my fisherman. "No more smart words now, Miss......" He trailed off and it was only a minute of silence and his raised brows that I realised he needed my name. f**k. He was my boss. My new boss. "Wilson. Bellarosa Wilson." I mumbled under my breath. The coffee in my hand was now turning cold. "So, no smart words now, Miss Wilson?" When I didn't say anything, his lips stretched in a satisfied grin. He stood up from his chair, walking towards me. His steps were firm and it screamed of power. Of my vulnerability. How I wished the ground to swallow me and save me from this humiliation. "I see, Miss Wilson. You are not a very alert secretary. You didn't even read the name outside my office." Is this where he would fire me? But hell, I needed this job. Tobias needed this job. His dream of medical school needed this job. And hell, who would read the same name on the door every day when I have been working here from past two years? My previous boss's name wasn't even beautiful to read it multiple times. "Did you not know your boss was selling his company and assets to me— Pheonix Atticus? Were you his secretary at all?" He asked me and I grounded my jaw. How I wished to dump this coffee on his expensive suit. But Lord forbids, I can't even pay him the amount back. "I was on a three days leave. And I was his personal secretary in office. Not in his private and personal life. I can't know of shits he wouldn't tell me!" I said glaring at him and the similar smile played on his lips. I was in trouble. I f*****g knew it. "Sir." He corrected me and I furrowed my brows. "Huh?" "One, since you're under my employment and I am your employer. You will address me by a proper title. You'll start addressing me with Sir, okay? And two, I am your boss. You will talk to me with respect and without any of those fowl words. Or if you can't, you can simply resign. The choice is always yours, Miss Wilson." My eyes burned with anger as my fingers curled in a fist. I was now glaring at him. I needed this job. But I also needed my mental peace. But then again, when did I even had it in the first place? "Of course, Mr. Atticus. Is this respectful enough?" I asked him with a very bitter smile and he hummed, walking back to his desk as he rummaged through a file before removing a stack of papers and handed it to me. "Here, this is your new and revised contract. Read it thoroughly then sign it. I want the signed contract in an hour on my desk. Since you were late on your first day, it would be cut from your paycheck. There are a few files I need you to sort for me urgently. I need them on my desk in an hour and twenty minutes. I have already sent a schedule in your your cabin, I need you to make calls and bookings, accordingly. I need them done in next twenty minutes. Call Mrs. Jones and ask her to clear my check as soon as possible and also there are a few files that need you careful, alert scrutinizing gaze. Make necessary changes to them." Oh, I was late? I wonder why! "Of course, Mr. Atticus. Humans have evolved enough to do a work of a robot in so less time. You should not expect any less from me, either. After all, I am a robot in disguise of a human body." I said with a fake smile and he rose his brow. "Continue with your sarcasm and you'll find your pay reducing even more." I'll strangle your neck! "Of course, Mr. Atticus." "Oh and Miss Wilson," he called me out when I had almost left his office. I groaned mentally before masking it up with a smile as I turned around. "Yes...... Mr. Atticus?" I quickly added when he gave me a hard glare. Now I realize, how much of an angel my old boss was. Sigh. "I never ask my personal secretaries to bring me coffee or anything. But I just saw this morning how passionate you were about getting your boss a coffee. I wouldn't want to take that passion from you. You'll get me a coffee every day, sharp seven in the morning, okay?" My eyes widened as they jerked up to meet his intense midnight gaze. "But my working hours don't start until nine thirty in the morning, Mr. Atticus!" "Are you sure about that, Miss Wilson? Because I think you yet haven't gone through your contract. There's a lot of changes you yet have to know. You have already wasted ten minutes of yours. Rush back to work." The first thing I did was walk to the restroom. I splashed some water on my face before I looked at myself in the mirror. My red hair were pulled in a ponytail. My black eyes were staring back at me, dead. I was dressed in a white shirt, tucked in my black knee lengh skirt. I looked tired. But I was tired. When I reached back my office, the first thing I did was to go through my schedule he had sent for me and made necessary calls and arrangements under the name of Pheonix Atticus. How much I loathed my previous boss, unknown to the fact that he was just a grumpy old man but my new boss— he was the devil's spawn. My eyes widened in disbelief when I started reading my contract. He had not just increased my working time to twelve hours— seven a.m. to seven p.m., but had always reduced my f*****g salary. The nerve of this man. Like hell, I'll work for twelve hours in less wage! Gritting my jaw, I stood up and walked towards his office. I barged inside without knocking this time. His eyes were glaring at me like he would knock me down any moment. Honestly, I cared about nothing at the moment. Who he bloody thinks he is? "You are forgetting rule number two, Miss Wilson. Respect. I am your superior. Not to mention your direct boss and now the owner of this company. Go back outside, knock on the door and wait for my response." He instructed me coldly, without even looking up from his laptop and my eyes burned with fury. Who he is think I am? A high school girl? "I'm atleast not forgetting the laws of our country, Mr. Atticus! You can't make me work twelve hours mandatorily without even providing me any overtime! And why the f**k have you reduced my salary by three percent? If anything, I was bound to get a raise this year!" His frosty eyes slowly looked up from the screen of his laptop. His eyes were enough to make me feel the cold air of November and it wasn't even August yet! He slowly, very slowly, closed the screen of his laptop and stood up, pushing his plush chair back. And I wasn't feeling brave anymore. If anything, I felt my insides turning into a desert. Dry. Very dry. "One, I'm not forcing you to do this job, Miss Wilson. And two, I dare you to raise your voice at me again without suffering dire consequences for the same. And three, do not curse at me. I am the employer here, I give orders, you don't." His voice was calm, unlike mine. "But you can't simply reduce my salary. That's wrong! You can't expect me work in an oppressive environment." He rose his brows at me, looking down at his watch. "I just did. And besides, I don't know how you work, Miss Wilson. If you even work upto my expectations or not. I can't simply hand you so much amount of money if you won't work efficiently." My eyes narrowed in anger. He was acting like I was getting more than 400 dollar a month. Bastard. "Oh, so until you test my capabilities, will you pay for my rent and bills?" I asked him sweetly and he scoffed in response. "Your shelter and bills are of no use to company, Miss Wilson." "Exactly! I need to pay my own bills. I have a family to raise. I need the same amount of salary, Mr. Thompson had promised me with the raise, I was bound to get this year." "Then good thing, I am not Mr. Thompson. Now, Miss Wilson, you may either prove me you're worthy of this company and get your actual salary without the raise, of course. Or you leave. I don't mind either. And if you're choosing to stay, send me the reports of marketing department in next seven minutes." "That's not my work. Ask the marketing manager to do that!" He tsked. His eyes looking at me as if he was observing me. And it irritated me a lot more. "But I just asked you, didn't I? Send me the reports and ask the IT guy from fourth floor to collect my old laptop, there's seems to be a problem in it." "Anything else, Mr. Atticus?" I gritted out and he smiled. He had the audacity to smile at me. "Since you're asking me so nicely, Miss Wilson. My previous secretary had mixed up some important papers with the trash. Can you sort them? I want them on my desk by 1 in the afternoon today itself." He said, handing me the stakes of paper. They looked around three hundred or even more. "Of course. As you say." And with that I left his office. Who knew what else would he ask me to do next. Sighing, I sat down on my desk, looking at the work piling up on my table. And here goes my lunch break. After signing the contract and sorting all the important documents from the trash and forwarding all the important e-mails to me, I realized how tough it is to earn money. How easy it is to spend a couple hundred dollars but how hard it is to earn a few dollars. Very hard. My back was aching by the time I was done with my work. My eyes were screaming to look away from my desktop and my fingers were hurting from many letters and e-mails I had to type. Work with Mr. Thompson was easy. Very easy. There were guidelines, I had to follow, but never did I ever feel so under pressure. Maybe, I could look for a new job. But then that would mean, I quit this one and that would be a humiliation for me. I can tolerate some work pressure. My thoughts were paused when my phone started to ring and eyes softened as Tobias' name flashed on the screen. My brother. "Hello, Bells. Are you okay? You're not home yet." His concerned voiced made my heart warm. He was my only family. It is astonishing how two strangers can become a family, so inseparable. Tobias and I were in the same orphanage. We grew up as the kids nobody wanted to adopt. Tobias was always what they said...... a delinquent. Someone who often got into fights and always won. If only we wouldn't have been close, he would have scared me too. But for some reason, he always saw me as his elder sister. He protected me always; and slowly he also became my brother. He is just nineteen. A year back from the children his age but a very intelligent child. He wants to be a doctor. And as much as amusing it is for people to see a delinquent aspiring to be a doctor, it made me proud. He made me proud. "Bells?" "I'll be home in fifteen minutes. I just got off my work now." I said, packing my bag and I heard him sighing. "You're not walking, Bells. I'll come to get you. Stay in your office until then okay? I'll be there in five." And with that Tobias cut the call.

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