Finding the Abyss of Love

10. Working for him.

Zoya’s POV

“Get me my coffee and then set up the meeting room for my 10am appointment.” Mr. Mirzaya said.

As soon as we left the room Sissy and I said our goodbyes. With a deep breath I started my day. Being Sissy’s replace was not going to be easy. The boss seems to be super cold and strict. He was as handsome as everyone said. He has salt and pepper hair, light brown eyes, tight lips, chiseled jawline, he was no doubt handsome. Everyone wanted his attention. During the times he wanted to visit different departments, some of the women would dress up and put tons of makeup just to be noticed by him. I on the other hand, can’t do makeup, at all. I don’t have the luxury of buy designer dresses as I need to support myself with the minimum salary my job pays me. Also, I don’t think anyone would ever notice me anyways. I am not special. If I have learned anything from my past, is that people can use me for their needs, but I am not special enough to be loved.

Besides, how cheap would I be if I wanted a man to notice me for my clothes and makeup and not love me for I am. Thankfully the boss never noticed me. I managed to keep myself hidden from most. I don’t have any friends. I don’t allow myself to have friends. I do get lonely at times, but at least it saves me from betrayals and heart ache.

It is nevertheless going to be very hard to take over Sissy’s job though. Ever since I saw him at the coffee shop on my first day of work here, I was unable to get him out of my mind even for a single day. I felt like a nervous wreck every time I saw him visiting my department. Just the mere thought of him always managed to bringn so many different emotions in me all at the same time. How was I going to perform my job now that I am to stay by his side all day long? 

After only a month of staying with the boss I was ready to rip my hair out in frustration. The man did not have the word ‘thank you’, ‘please’, and ‘sorry’ in his dictionary. If everyone said he looked hot, I can assure that his attitude is as cold as the icebergs found in the Arctic. He is beyond rude and arrogant. It seems that his favourite hobby is to get angry at everyone who comes close to his sight. Also, coffee. The man loved his coffee. Sometimes, I had to get him six or seven cups of coffee a day. Or maybe he just loved frustrating me by making me travel up and the building.