What is wrong with him?
656 Words
I wake up after sometime and realize I might have slept for more than 10 minutes as the sun has set and I can see the mesmerising city lights from where I am lying . wait wasn't I in Mr.Whittaker's office ?
when I sit up straight and look around , I find the snobby gorgeous man from the lobby glaring at me . I glare at him back . What does he think of himself? I'll show him who's the boss . Some might may I am overreacting to him calling me a "pauper" but he said that to humiliate me and I won't let him think I am okay with that.
I stand up and go towards the desk .
" What are you doing here and why are you sitting in Mr.Whittaker's seat? A snobby ,disrespectful guy like you does not deserve to sit in such an esteemed person's seat!" I shout, why am I screaming all of a sudden? I have no idea .
He looks at me with rage in his eyes and is about to say something when Samantha interrupts him .
" Good Evening Sir, I would like to introduce you to Blake Wilson , the new assistant publication manager"
" Hey Samantha, Are you okay hon? why are you introducing me to this jacka*s and why isn't Mr Whittaker here yet? Is he still in the meeting? I said , confused.
Samantha glares at me and clears her throat ,
" Enough Blake !The man sitting infront of you is none other than Jeremy Whittaker , the man who owns this company ."
No , it can not be . What ? Am I that stupid? . He is dressed in an expensive Armani suit with a rolex on his wrist . He is tall , around 6'1 . He has a beautiful chiseled face with hazel eyes and light brown hair . Call me judgemental or whatever but this man really looks like he owns this god damn place .
I look at Jeremy and give him an apologetic look . He rolls his eyes at me and ask Samantha to leave. After Samantha leaves us alone , he looks at me and says " You have quite the nerve don't you Ms. Wilson ? I suggest you keep that smart mouth closed around me or I'll show you how esteemed I really am . Now get the hell out of office . Also this is a prestigious company , I suggest you buy better clothes for yourself and burn these rags."
Rags ? really? I want to kill this man right now but I have to keep my mouth shut , I can't afford to get fired. I nod and give him my most fake smile and leave his office . It is 7 pm already . How long did I sleep in his office? why didn't he wake me up?.Did he hear me snore? sh*t Blake!! you need to do something about sleeping anywhere you get comfortable, it might cost you your life someday . I take a bus to my hotel since the cab might take way too much money and suprisingly , the bus fares aren't too bad .
I check in and walk into my room . It is a pretty small room with a single bed in the middle of the room , a small tv and sofa in the corner . I thank god , I have a place to sleep tonight , lock the door and go to sleep , I am way too tired to change or shower . I get it I am gross but I am also tired and exhausted, so no judgments.
I don't want to think about the tragic day that awaits me , I am sure that hot snob will make my life a living hell and my smart mouth will give him more reasons to do just that. Arghhhh life sucks.
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