A Night with The Crazy CEO

6

Chapter Six

•BRIANNA•

The rest of my shift at the club passed by in a blur. The entire time, my mind was replaying the conversation with Mr. Cole repeatedly. The customers soon started dispersing, and within a few minutes, the club was already empty. The only people left were me and the other employees tidying the place.

By 11:45 p.m., Cherry and I had finished up, and we left the club together. We began the walk back to my house. We were still walking when she broke the silence between us and brought up a conversation about the encounter between Mr. Cole and me. I didn’t want to talk about it because it made me uncomfortable.

“What’s up with you and the boss? I was looking at you when he came to you, and I noticed you were tense,” she uttered as we walked.

“There is nothing wrong, why do you ask?” I replied, trying to divert her from talking about the topic.

“There is something. I know there is. I couldn’t help but notice your mood turned sour after whatever conversation the both of you had,” Cherry responded, and I sighed in exhaustion. I had no choice but to tell her. Cherry was just like my mom and sister: inquisitive and very observant. They wouldn’t rest until they got to the bottom of an issue.

“Well, the truth is that he has been bothering me ever since I started working at the club. I thought he would stop at some point, but apparently, he’s not stopping soon. And this evening, he swore I would come crawling to him to f**k me. To be honest with you, I’m kind of scared,” I explained to her.

Cherry looked annoyed when I said that. “This has been going on for some time, and you couldn’t tell me about it?”

“I am sorry for not telling you about it. I thought I could handle it on my own; I didn’t want to weigh you down with my problems every time.”

She stopped walking, turned to face me, and placed her hands on my shoulders. “Listen, Brianna, don’t hesitate to tell me if something is bothering you. I’m always here to hear you out. If you can’t tell me what is going on with you, then who will you tell?”

“Thanks, Cherry. I have said this before, but I’ll keep saying it until the world ends: You’re the best friend a girl could ever ask for,” I stated, close to tears.

“Enough of that. Let us get home on time. We don’t want you to be late on your first day of work, do we?” she questioned at the end.

“Nope, I would rather eat s**t than face my new boss’s craziness,” I replied.

After my reply, we walked faster and got home within a few minutes. When we stepped into the house, everywhere was dark, so I traced my hand on the wall and switched on the light. Nobody was in the sitting room, so Cherry and I climbed up the not-so-long stairs to the small hallway that led to the bedrooms. I walked into my mother’s room and found her asleep. I moved closer to her and kissed her on her forehead before striding out of the room. I met Cherry in the hallway, and we walked to the room Marie and I shared. We saw her reading on her bed.

“Hey Marie, shouldn’t you be sleeping already? It’s past 12,” I spoke up.

“I will go to bed soon. I just want to read before sleeping,” Marie replied.

“Okay then, just make sure you don’t sleep later than it already is. I have to sleep now to wake up early tomorrow. Goodnight,” I uttered, moving to the bed.

“Goodnight,” she responded.

“Cherry, let’s share my bed, or will you sleep on the mattress?” I asked her.

“I will sleep on the mattress rather than squeezing ourselves on your bed,” she replied.

“Hey, you don’t have to remind me that I have a small bed,” I joked, and we burst into laughter. I got the mattress and laid it in the middle of the room where there was the most space. After that, I went to the bathroom and stripped out of the clothes I was wearing. I brushed my teeth, took a shower, and then changed into my nightwear. I got out of the bathroom and found Cherry and Marie already sleeping. I hopped on the bed and set an alarm on the table clock on my bedside table, and then, within a few minutes, I was out like a light.

NEXT MORNING

I woke up with a start. I stretched a bit and looked around. The sun was already up, and the room was empty. It was very obvious that I was getting late.

I remembered setting an alarm, but I didn’t hear it ring. I picked up the alarm from the bedside table, and I found out that it wasn’t working anymore. Of course, it wasn’t. It had been a long time since I used it before I eventually used it last night. I must have forgotten about it until last night.

I jumped out of bed and literally flew to the bathroom and took the shortest shower of my life. In less than five minutes, I was in front of my wardrobe, taking out the fancy bag that contained the clothes Cherry got for me.

I picked a white and black polka dot shirt and a black pencil skirt. I dressed up, combed out the tangled locks of my hair, and put on some lip gloss. After dressing up, I put on a pair of black pumps, picked up my bag, which contained all the necessary things, and jogged out of the room.

I went down to the kitchen, where I saw my mom eating.

“Good morning, Mom,” I greeted.

“Morning, darling. How was your night?” she replied and asked.

“My night was fine, Mom. How was yours?” I asked back.

“It was nice. I slept like a baby,” she responded, and I smiled.

“You’re all dressed up. Are you going to work already?” She quizzed, and I bobbed my head.

“Yeah, I have to go now. I don’t want to be late,” I uttered, prepared to leave the kitchen.

“You should eat breakfast before you go.”

“I can’t… I’m going to be late,” I replied, but she persisted.

“Eat a little. It’ll go a long way.”

“Alright then,” I sighed before settling on a kitchen stool.

I ate three slices of French toast and drank a cup of water before I bade Mom goodbye and ran out of the house.

I got to the bus station and boarded the bus. After a few minutes, the bus stopped at the station closest to the company, and I alighted. I walked the remaining distance to the company.

“Good morning, Miss Jackson,” the receptionist, whom I remembered her name as Kristen, greeted me when I got to her desk.

“Good morning, Miss Kristen,” I responded.

“You are thirty minutes late, and the Boss does not condone any form of lateness. He loves punctuality. I hope the boss doesn’t make a fuss about it,” she uttered.

“I know I came late, but it was because of unforeseen circumstances. I will face his wrath when I see him. Is he in?” I replied and then asked.

“Yes, he is, and he came in about one hour ago,” she replied.

I was a bit scared when she said that the boss would be angry that I came late.

“Okay, thanks, see you later,” I responded. I walked over to the elevator and got into it.

The elevator dinged after some minutes, and the door slid open. I stepped out of it and continued my journey to my new office.

I entered my office and dropped my bag on the desk. Almost immediately, I noticed a short note on the desk: “COME TO MY OFFICE IMMEDIATELY YOU SIGN IN.”

I could smell trouble.