what happened in Vegas

I run my hand over my skirt for the millionth time today. I examine myself in the mirror hoping I would impress the CEO of corrado Enterprises the biggest company in the country to be his personal assistant. At least it was the best offer I could get for now. I was dressed in a fitted black skirt that stopped above my knee and a pink button up shirt with my black stilettos. "how could he do that" a tall thin girl with short red hair cried walking into the rest,room. Her mascara was running down her cheek. She was dressed in a tight shirt with a short blue skirt and her cleavage bobbing up as she walked. Tsk. Tsk. Did she think she could get the job dressed like that. "don't worry, you will get another job "her friend consoled her. "I even tried to make him choose me by wearing this" she cried again gesturing to her clothes "there are more handsome men than him" her friend said again. Her friend cries and says he is the most handsome person on earth. I wonder how handsome he is "emiliana Valdez, you can go in now" I hear the intercom boom through the lounge. I breathe in and make my way to the lady behind the desk. Her name tag had "anna" written on it. "good morning Anna "I greet smiling broadly. Anna gives me a lazy smile not caring much about me. She leads me to the topmost floor and leaves me in front of an office that had CEO written on it. I breathe in heavily trying to stable my breath before knocking on the door lightly. At exactly ten seconds, a deep, manly voice comes and I slowly open the door. Due to my clumsiness, I trip on my own foot and stagger inside clutching the air as support as I would do to a railing. I look down on my feet and they were wideapart like I wanted to wrestle someone. I pull them close immediately and pat my hair before smiling awkwardly at the man seated before me. His face stared at me in disgust. Forget the disgust, he was freaking handsome. He had dark long hair and dark blue eyes which were piercing into my brown ones. His nose were so pointed, his face was simply beautiful that I could stare at his face all day. And his lips, they were looked so soft and pink. His two piece black suit fitted his body perfectly. His tie was slightly sagged. The girls were not wrong. He was handsome just like he stepped out of a magazine and God had taken extra time to sculpt him himself but spraying extra sexiness on him. But that face, I have definitely seen him before. but where? Realization hit me as I realized who he was. Why? Why him?. why did I have to meet him here and worst of all, why was he the CEO of this company. I turn back abruptly trying to go outside. I couldn't do it. I can't meet him. "where are you going" he asked irritation present in his voice. "I'm sorry, I'm just so nervous "I stutter turning to look at him. His face was down carefully studying my resume. "emiliana Valdez? "he asks in a questioning tone. "yes! "I answer a little too quickly. He turns the tip of his pen towards the chair still examining the document before him. "yes? " I ask confused. He should make a statement and not driving me crazy with sign language. "sit down, I don't have all day" he says in a business tone. I sit quickly not wanting to annoy him more. "do you think you have what it takes to be my personal assistant " he asks not looking up at me. "yes" I say determination in my voice. It didn't look like he recognized me so it's fine, I shut my eyes for a second glad I am not unfortunate this morning. "i'Il give you a trial of three months since you are the last candidate and again, I really need a personal assistant since the one I had earlier retired" he says finally looking up at me. He raised his perfectly arched eyebrow at me asking me for my answer since I didn't reply. I nodded quickly at me and he slams my resume shut and pushing it to the edge of the table. "okay... As my personal assistant, you will take care of any incoming call, meetings, travelling tickets, any debate, bringing my coffee every morning, taking the laundry, or changingmy clothes in case of any accidents. He said breathlessly while gesturing with his hands, I nod along with him. "You will be staying there" he gestures towards a cubicle at the farthest end of the room. Some papers were placed on the table. I wonder what they were for. "some papers on the table are where you will get my coffee, laundry " he says as if reading my mind. "I understand " I say quickly, before he got more pissed at me. "if you have no questions, you can start immediately" he says quietly going back to his files on the table. "ah.. Before I forget, I don't like lateness so I want you to be at work as soon as 8:00. You know being a minute late can cost you your job" he says professionally as he turned his chair to face me, his hair falling over his face which he brushed away and his shirt giving me a sneak peak of his manly chest. I shake my head trying to bring myself to what he just said. "my job? "I ask shocked and he nods smirking like he was doing it on purpose. I pressed my lip in a thin line before I have an outburst and complain about how messed up my life is to him. I slump my shoulders and go to my cubicle. I turn around to see his eyes following me but he just looks back at his files. I hope he doesn't remember me. I was just foolish then. I sigh and sit on my chair examining the files. He liked to get his coffee from third rail coffee shop every morning as soon as 7' o clock and his laundry at the end of every week. I mutter the words to myself so I wouldn't forget to remember them and not annoy my arrogant boss. "emiliana" a stern voice calls me and I jump up and walk to him. Wait a minute, I don't evenknow his name but there's no way I'll ask. "yes sir" I answer. I peer over his table hoping to find his name scribbled on any paper but when I remember that his dark eyes are fixated on me, I compose myself and clear my throat He raises his hand and moves it as if shooing me and I guess it meant for me to be directly before him. I huff and move according to his hands. "go to Anna and ask her to give you all the files from last two weeks meeting. I want it typed and printed out. Do you understand? " he asks squinting his eyes at me. I looked away from him quickly. I didnt want him to recognize me, if he did, i would definitely lose my job and again I didn't want to look at his cold Blue eyes, it made me weak. I nod my head. "when I ask you a question, I expect you to answer quickly and with a phrase or sentence. i might be busy with work and won't be able to look at your face" he says a little bit louder and I shout a yes my voice shaking. I didn't trust my voice. I wasn't used to this. "can I get all files from last week's meeting, I need to print them"I ask Anna and her eyes widens in shock. "all of them?" she asks shocked. I nod and smile at her. I won't be that much. like maybe five or six, or who knows even less. She scuffles in her seat and brings out five files and I smile. She looks at me and shakes her head feeling bad for me. She moves to the far end of her office and brings out a carton full with files. "are this all from last week? "I ask my eyes widening in shock. She nods. "I don't know why Mr corrado is doing this, he knows pretty well that the files are too much since meetings from the last three weeks. They were all combined to last weeks own" she says nodding her head, she gives me some comforting words and how to go about it before sending me to the lions den which I dreaded entering. This is going to be do hard. **** I check my square face wristwatch and it was 7:00pm. My eyes, wrists and eyes were hurting me. I sighed printing out the last paper and stapling them together. I glanced over at Mr corrado. His suit was draped on the chair and his button up shirt was rolled to his elbow. He looked tired still sorting out files. I can't wait. You know, I love home too much. "I'm closing for the day" I say tiredly slinging my bag on my shoulder. He nods and I scoff. Someone who talks about answering with a phrase or sentence. I breathed in inhaling the cold air outside. I feel my stomach growl loudly and I clutch it hoping my sister will keep what to eat for me. But for now, I have to rest. The bus stopped close to my house and I just take a short walk home. Oh no! Madame Beatrice was standing with her hands akimbo on her waist and with her was Mr John and his men. They were chewing on sticks and spewed it out. My landlady and the loan sharks. What was I going to do?