At work
951 Words
"Mrs. Coner, send this document to judge Jonson. And today!"
He doesn't give me a second look, closing the door after him before finishing the sentence. I roll my eyes.
"I saw that." I blush and hide my face behind the computer screen.
I hate this office. What architectural evil genius would build an office made entirely of glass, including the interior walls. And to make it worse is the fact that this type of glass is transparent only from one side. In consequence my annoying boss can see from his office every corner of this floor, but no foolish soul can see into his office. Smart choice, but it makes things for me way more complicated since my face is a loyal mirror to my feelings and my feelings are mostly annoyance and exasperation.
It's been a week since I started working as an assistant for the all-too-powerful Alan Parker and hell sounds like a nice place to be right now. It took me four days to realize that if I answer him back every time he speaks I will die working overtime.
I take a look at my watch. It's 9 pm. No wonder my stomach is arguing with me, I skipped lunch today. Tomorrow is the court date and I've been working like crazy to put the files in order. I actually made a deal with that devil and made him take me with him tomorrow, but he put the condition to handle the file all by myself. It's an amazing opportunity so I can't complain.
I sigh and get on my feet stretching. My body feels sore from all the sitting in a chair all day.
I don't bother to tell him that I'll go to grab something to eat since he hates to be disturbed and make my way to the cafeteria. They have amazing food here and since they know I work as the boss' assistant I get a big discount.
I am about to pay when I realize that I haven't seen Alan eat today either. He was in his office when I arrived at work this morning and didn't leave it till now. A slight feeling of empathy is getting over. He is an asshole, but he is also dedicated to his work to exhaustion.
"Actually, can you give me a turkey sandwich, too? And a black coffee." I say to the nice lady that is serving me.
She smiles and gives me a paper bag to put all my food in, including my big caramel late. Lidya always calls me a child when I order that. I know it's not "real" coffee, but it's soo good.
Back in my office, I am drooling over my pastrami sandwich that smells like a little piece of heaven. But before eating, I take my courage and knock softly at his door.
"Enter!"
As always he doesn't look at me, continuing to concentrate on his work. I don't bother t explain why I am here because I know that if it doesn't relate to work he is not listening. I just put the bag on his desk and step back. I hear his stomach growling at the smell oh the sandwich and smile at his embarrassed look. Even assholes need to eat.
An hour later I resign to the fact that I will probably spend the night here. I am seriously taking into consideration bringing a sleeping bag here. But no way to miss the chance to go to court tomorrow. I gave up on law school when mom got sick, even though I was a senior, but I still dream about going back and finishing it.
"Mrs. Coner, come to my office. And bring the files."
Every time I hear that feel like I am being called by the director in high school. Not a fun experience.
I enter the office and the first thing I notice is that he ate the sandwich. I take this as a small victory.
"I need you to write down the defense. Note everything I say."
I sit on the huge couch in the corner of the office with my laptop ready. I think for a second to sit on one of the chairs in front of his desk, but I am so tired, and the couch seems so comfortable. It's not like I will fall asleep with him in the room.
Wrong!
After two hours of typing all the responses to possible counterarguments of the other lawyer, I feel my head getting heavier and heavier by second. The last thing I remember is the sensation of someone hands on my shoulders.
I wake up in panic. I fell asleep! At work! In my boss' office!
No rise for me soon...
In my panic attacks failed to notice that I can't move my legs. I look down and see in horror that Alan fell asleep too...with his head resting in my lap... while hugging my waist. The hell is stone frozen, I am sure of that.
I freeze too, part because I don't know what to do in case he wakes up and partly because he looks so adorable when he is asleep.
His black hair is all messed up and his suit is all wrinkled. I smile at the image. His face is relaxed so he doesn't have that forever angry look. He seems so peaceful, like a little kid. Without realizing I touch his head, running my fingers through his hair. I can't help myself. It feels so soft.
He moves and I freeze again, but he doesn't wake up, instead, he just tightens his grip, letting out a small yawn. So so adorable! Like a baby lion, you know he can kill but is still cute.
I almost let out a small scream when he suddenly opens his eyes and looks at me.
Oh, s**t!
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