CEO's Secretary

1.

~Daryian~

It's my first day at work. I have got my dream job at Katz Corp. As a secretary of the CEO. Whom I haven't met yet.

I don't even know if they're girl or boy. I hoped to meet them on the interview, but the ones taking the interview said their Boss didn't have time for such petty roles, and the responsibility was on them to find the perfect one for the role of a secretary.

I'm not nervous about the work since I'm quite confident about my capability.

What's making me nervous was the warnings the workers gave me.

The supposed CEO I'm gonne work for, they were very moody and rude as I have been warned.

On the other hand, I was short-tempered, mom always said I was too hot headed and it'd cause problems in life.

I didn't care till now.

I really wanted this job, it's always been my dream to work under Katz Corp. They're the best at managment field and their products were famous all over the world.

It'd be an honor to work for them. Also, the money's pretty good.

So, I'd have to be on my best behavior to keep my job and earn as much money and experience as possible to lead a peaceful life.

I have to give my best first impression, yes, that's my motto.

Unfortunately, my plan didn't work as per my motto. Because of my damn alarm.

Slamming the third alarm off, I jumped on my bed and to my horror, it's 7:30!

Fuck. s**t!!

I was supposed to be present at the skyscraper at sharp 7, and I was still on my bed.

So much for my dream.

Getting out of the bed, I ran to my washroom and took a quick shower.

I stumbled around the room, fetching my clothes that I have ironed last night, and got in them.

I brushed my hair and grabbed my backpack, heading downstairs to see mom waiting at the table.

"Mom! Why didn't you wake me up?! I'm so f*****g late!" I yelled, pulling on my shoes while supporting myself on one foot.

"First, language. Second, You're a 24 year old grown ass man who doesn't need his mommy to wake him up for his job!"

I rolled my eyes. "Mom! Today isn't the time for your teaching. I needed my mom today." I whined and she walked to me, brushing my hair with her hand.

"Take a deep breath and relax yourself. You're gonna be fine, I can feel it." She softly smiled and then handed me a tortilla wrap. "Eat it on the way."

My heart immediately felt at ease, the restless pounding from earlier dissipating as a smile took over my lips.

I hugged her and kissed her cheek then dashed out of the house.

Yes, I still lived with my mom. Because it's only her and I against the world.

My papa died when I was 3 years old and mom never married, she didn't want me to have to share her with someone that wasn't my papa.

So, we stayed together as each other's strength. My mom was my best friend.

When I reached the age of 16, I acknowledged the loneliness my mom must feel.

I realized the sacrifice she made for me. So, one day I asked her to accept love in her life once again. But she refused, saying she didn't feel like bounding to anyone now.

I didn't press.

To be honest, I was not ready to share her with someone else, neither was I ready to get a girl inbetween us.

Yes, you can call me a mama's boy now.

But I'm proud of the relationship we have since most of my friends' parents were way too absorbed in their own worlds to give a s**t about their kids.

Even they were evious of my mom and I's bonding.

I often called them over at my place whenever I could and mom spoiled them just like her own.

I love those sleepovers. Mom's so damn cool!

I parked my bike on the parking lot and ran inside the huge building but two guards stopped me.

"Card, sir." One of them politely asked.

Gasping for breath, I ruffled through my stuff inside my backpack and got the card out, handing it to the stretched out palm.

"Take a breath, kid." The other one said, taking a pity on my disoriented self.

I nodded and bended over my knees, steadying my breath back.

"Here. You can go inside." The first one said and handed me my ID back.

"Thanks, man." I fetched it off his hand, jogging inside the spinny doors and to the reception.

"Mr. Grey." A tall, blonde woman acknowledged me from the reception, a file in her hands and she's dressed way too expensively for a mere worker here.

Whew. This place screamed rich.

"Ma'am." I huffed, still a bit out of breath, I stood up straight and smoothed out my shirt and hair quickly.

"You're 45 minutes late." She pretend glanced at her watch for dramatic effect.

"I'm aware and I'm extremely sorry for that. My alarm didn't help me, I swear! I set three on three diffe-"

"Follow me." She cut me off much rudely but I knew better than to point it out on my first day at work.

"Yes, ma'am." I mumbled, looking down and followed her quietly.

I couldn't help but gawk at the interior around me, I must say I felt inferior comparing to this place.

Everything's white marbled and so glossy and sparkly and shiney and richie an-

"Call me Elena." My head whipped up at the woman walking before me, snapping me back to reality from my stupor. "I work as the managing assistant."

What the hell did it even mean?

Whatever.

"Hey, Elena. I'm Daryian." I introduced and jogged a little to walk beside her, not behind.

She gave me a side smile and we reached an elevator. We got in and she pressed level 89.

Damn.

Considering how big of a work-place this was, there's not a single soul in this elevator other than us. Surprising.

"This elevator's only for the boss and people directed to the boss." She informed.

Okay, not so surprising then.

I swallowed. Suddenly feeling so damn nervous as the box lifted us up and up and up and up.

I dared not look behind us since the surface's made of glass, and I knew for sure I'd throw up if I looked down from there.

I have height phobia. And I am working for someone whose office was on the 89th floor. Irony of life. Really.

"Can you tell me if the boss is a woman or man?" I asked timidly.

Before she could answer though, the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

My mouth fell open at the black and yellow theme of this particular floor, and the huge chandelier hanging in the middle of the reception room, right outside the main office I guess.

Elena led me to the sliding glass doors and we're stuck in the middle of another pair of glass doors.

She stood still and I'm hella confused on why we're standing between two pairs of glass doors.

If I was claustrophobic as well, this space would make me anxious.

Suddenly loud hissing sounds were heard as we got attacked by air.

What the f**k?

"It's for sanitization." She cleared my jumbled thoughts. "Boss' really neat freak."

I nodded, trying to show my understatement but damn, this was so cool.

This person was only building more mystery to their persona, and I could feel the curiosity bubbling inside me the more I learnt about them.

"I'll mail you all the stuff you should and should not do around boss. Get it memorized by tonight."

I nodded again.

The sanitization finally stopped and we stepped into another reception area type of room, leading to another set of double sliding glass doors.

Elena raised her hand and pressed on the machine attached on the wall by the doors. A few seconds later a beep was heard as the machine showed green light.

She looked at me and for the first time I noticed the bright green of her eyes.

"Get ready to have your life changed." She winked with a soft smile and I was suddenly scared.

What the hell did she even mean?

The doors slid open and Elena led me to a huge room, obviously that belongs to "The Boss".



We walked around the couches to the normal sized room situated behind them, and Elena stood stiffly there, with me nervously shifting from one foot to another beside her.

I couldn't see the face of the person sitting on the chair behind the desk but the top of their jet black hair was visible, and a scent.

A very rich perfume. Perfume?

"Mr. Grey's here."

A couple second later, the chair spun around and finally the mystery behind the Boss resolved.

I didn't realize I've held my breath till our eyes met and I exhaled sharply.

Freaking hell-

The Boss was a woman!

A very, very gorgeous woman.

Her sharp, dark eyes loomed over me, eyeing me up and down while I stayed on one spot, glued and frozen.

"Mr. Grey? You okay?" Elena placed a hand on my shoulder and I sputtered out, coughing.

Way to embarrass myself in front of such persona.

"Y-yes." I barely squeaked out.

"I'll take my leave from here." She said, turning to the Boss.

I looked at her pleadingly, I was scared to be alone with Boss actually, whose name I still didn't know.

Elena patted my back and left us, in this humongous room, all alone.

I swallowed hard, fidgeting with the straps of my backpack. I didn't know what to do or not.

My gaze fixated on the floor.

"Eyes up when I'm talking."

My head snapped up at her and I nodded rapidly.

Damn her voice was just as intimidating as her demeanor.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Get my schedule for the day. It's your first assignment. Do it within half an hour." She ordered coldly.

My mouth fell open.

"H-how?"

Her cold eyes snapped up at me from the laptop and the icy gaze made me shut my mouth, nodding rapidly again.

"Words!" She raised her voice, making me flinch.

Something snapped inside me from the tone she used.

The thing that always brought trouble for me. I spluttered out before I could pay heed to mom's advice.

"Don't yell!"

Fuck! What the hell did I do?!?

Her greyish blue eyes stared at me with an emotionless expression, and I started to fear for my life.

All my sudden boost of rage evaporated in a flash.

But surprisingly, yet to my relief, or maybe confusion, her lips tugged at the corner in the slightest, a smirk appearing on her face.

Did it mean I was spared?

"Feisty." She mumured under her breath but I heard it clear as day since my own breath's literally stopped.

"I-I'll get it done." I stammered and hastily left the room, not wanting to breath the same air as hers for any longer.

I ran to the reception of this floor and conversed with the boy behind the desk, getting everything I could to follow up and gain more information.

I also mailed her former secretary and tried to dig out info about her without sounding too much of a scaredy cat.

Half an hour later, I finally gained her name. Since everyone's so adamant on calling her 'Boss', no one wanted to utter her name.

Was she a tyrant? Why so much fear?

Well, judging from my single encounter with her from earlier, I could tell the air around her wasn't for one to feel comfortable in.

So, I understood them at some point.

But I must say, she has a beautiful and elegant name.

Lucille Etta Katz.

Lucille meant light in French.

But she only radiated darkness.

It's funny and quite the contrast, but somehow it suit her perfectly.

I returned to her room with a bounce in my steps, feeling proud to have my first assignment done.

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