Your Mistake, Alpha Red

5

Chapter Five:

Aida’s POV

I exhaled before walking in. I already held a printed copy of my acceptance letter and appointment letter. I was ready for this next moment of my life.

The receptionist smiled as I walked to her then handed the appointment letter. The smile on her face died and surprisingly, she glared at me.

Was something wrong? I looked into the letter I gave her and everything was correct. “Is something wrong?”

“So you are the new intern that everyone’s been taking about? The personal Assistant to Young Master Zachary?”

Personal Assistant or Secretary? Well, they shared similar job roles so I nodded in response. Was that what pissed her off that she couldn’t hide it?

She rolled her eyes then brought out an enveloped from under her desk. She hesitated before giving it to me. “I’m your senior here so when you resume, remember to give me my respect.”

What was that about? I haven’t started working yet. I grabbed my envelope from her. “Respect is earned, dear senior. I look forward to working with you.”

She frowned but assumed a stupid smile later. I shook my head and turned to the exit but bumped into someone. “Watch it.”

When I looked up, I met a pair of curious eyes staring down at me. Flustered, I went back and immediately looked down. “Sir Zachary, I’m really sorry. I wasn’t watching my steps.”

This was a very uneventful way to meet your boss, and I was even the one who bumped into him. I bit my lower lips. He had grown bulkier since the last four years I met him.

He was tall, slightly pale and muscular. His jaw line was well drawn and his eyes were bright blue. I could now see what the girls at the University saw that made them crazy about him.

Maybe because I was seventeen when I got into the university so I couldn’t see his appeal. Not that it mattered now I could see it anyway. I was here for my job and only my job.

“Hmm.” was the only sound he made, before picking his keys from the receptionist and walking out of the building.

My quickened heartbeat slowed down. Something must be fighting to spoil this day for me. The receptionist snickered and I glared at her. Could she have placed a curse on me?

I waited till Sir Zachary had driven off before walking out of the building. Tomorrow, I’d bow and apologize better for speaking that way with him. “Now to celebrate being the best in Business Management!” I said loudly, giving myself a hug.

“So it was you.”

My body became still. Sir Zachary was still here? I turned to him. “Y-Yes, sir. I’m Aida Sundew. Nice to meet you.”

He was getting into his car and wasn’t concentrating on me. It was like his words had been said to himself. He always seemed absentminded.

Like during our interactions at the university, when he didn’t realize it was his turn at the queue, making him forfeit it to me. And when he asked for my pen when his had fallen off his table.

Or now, as he looked for the suitcase while it was on the roof of his car. “It’s up there, sir.” I pointed at the case. He looked up and pulled it down, “Thank you. This is why I need a P.A. So you’d be starting when?”

Did he mean my job as his Personal Assistant would be holding his suitcase for him? I didn’t want to work like a horse like the P.As I saw on the television.

“I’m starting next tomorrow.” It left my lips. That wasn’t what I planned but being asked by the boss himself, I felt the need to keep a day for myself.

“Hmmm.” He made that sound again. “Start tomorrow and I’d pay you $40 per hour for that day only.”

That’s double the amount that was promised! Since I already planned to resume tomorrow, this was just a topping on the cake. “Okay sir. If you insist.” I didn’t want to sound desperate.

“I didn’t insist.” He called it out. “You have the freedom to decline. I wouldn’t hold it against you.” He entered his car.

I shook my head. “No, I’d really take it. I’d resume work by tomorrow, sir Zachary.”

He was quiet before nodding, like he’d been trying to assimilate all I have said. I knew he’s only the ACTING Manager but he looked like he needed help.

“Have a nice trip home.” I said as he was seated in his car.

“Oh, I’m leaving for lunch, not going home.” He mumbled to himself but I heard him. Was this how absentminded he was?

I chuckled, but he heard me and turned. “Hmmm. See you then, Aida Sundew. And congratulations on your award.” he started his car and began driving out.

I bowed respectfully as he drove off. So it was my award that brought this job to me. I would surely do my best to meet my boss’ expectations.

My alarm chimed, reminding me of my schedule with Dylan. I hurried towards the restaurant and pulled out my phone to dismiss the alarm. “Yeah, I’m here. Where are you?” I called Dylan when I got to the restaurant.

“Behind you. Hiding from an ex.” He replied.

I turned and found him at the back. There were some ladies around his table so one of them might be who he hid from. I chuckled. “I think I recognize her. You dated her in your second year, right? So do you want to leave here? I really don’t mind.”

Dylan carefully left the seat he was on and maneuvered his way out of the place. We shared a laugh when we met. We began walking towards the closest restaurant.

“That’s right. There is something important I want to tell you. More like ask of you though.” He started. My mind went to a lot of possibilities but I shrugged. “Yeah, go ahead.”

“You are a werewolf, right?”

That wasn’t what I expected. It wasn’t an unknown fact that I was. There were few werewolves in our university.

They stayed low-key so no one would look into them because there were humans who disliked werewolves the same way werewolves disliked them.

“You know I am.” I replied. Honestly, I expected some of kind of romantic confession, even if I knew I didn’t have romantic love for him. He was just a really good friend.

So I felt guilty, guilty of wanting romantic confession from someone who I didn’t want romance from. Maybe it’s because I just got my pride slammed by Alpha Red.

Dylan nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I just wanted to be sure again.”

“What if he’s restricting himself from confessing to you because you’re werewolf?” Dennis wondered. Could it be that? Still, it won’t work if I was human so he shouldn’t ask.

“Why do you ask though?” I was still curious. He stopped walking, he was ahead of me. I stopped behind him, waiting.