Married to Her Boss

CHAPTER FIVE

She opened the door, It was Kyra banging at the door.

"I thought we had drifted apart, Why are you here?"

"Have you come to make a mockery of me?" She said standing at the door refusing to let her in.

"I have come to warn you to stay away from my fiance, he is mine."

"You mean the one you took away from me with your treacherous lifestyle?" She asked Kyra rhetorically.

"Now, listen to me!"She said as she pointed her fingers to Kyra in a note of warning.

"Today will be the very last time you and your Godforsaken fiance will come here" She shut the door behind her immediately

Kyra was ashamed of herself, she never expected this. She thought Emilia was still cool as she had known her. Still nursing the pain and shame she left for her house.

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Tatiana had an outstanding duty of showing Emilia around her new workplace.

She never worried about that. She felt reluctant

"Good morning Tatiana" Emilia greeted her

"Good morning," Tatiana replied in a calm tone.

"I think she is in a bit lighter mood this morning, unlike the other day" she mumbled to herself.

"Please, I would love you to show me around the building if you wouldn't mind"

"Okay," she said, rising to her feet from the reception desk.

"Please lead the way," Emilia said in a very calm tone.

She rolled her eyes. "I wonder why Drew would ever hire such a cheap hussy like you. I'm pretty sure you screwed him to land in this position" she snarled

"What the hell?"

"Excuse me? What did you just say?" By now, her serene facade was long gone and she was ready to kick her in the nose.

She smirked evilly. "You heard me, bitch." "Just so you know I'm watching you closely, Drew is a one-night stand type of type of a guy and certainly would never keep a smelling slut like yourself"

"Smelly? Seriously? Now that's just degrading…I shower regularly"

"Okay, that was the last straw". Her fingers had been itching to pull out her stupid extensions. She was just about to lunge at her when someone decided to show up.

"What the hell is happening here" roared Drew's very velvety, yet angry voice.

Both hers and Tatiana's heads snapped to where Drew was standing, looking not amused at all.

"Nothing" they chirped simultaneously.

"Bullshit, you too were practically about to tear each other's hair out. Also, I heard you very loud whispering from my desk"

"Well, you're right about the hair grabbing part" Emilia cuts in.

"It was nothing, Drew. We just had a minor disagreement about something" that was Tatiana, in a very deadpan voice.

"And the b***h is on First name basis with him" Emilia spoke inaudible voice.

"If you say so." He added, though seeming unbelieving. "I will personally show Miss

Clarkson around, so if you would return to the reception, Tatiana"

She moved forward and placed her well-manicured hand on his chest. "Sure, boss. Anything for you." she purred suggestively then took her leave, but not before shooting daggers at her.

Emilia was in awe, she was curious to know what was going on between the two of them and why she hated her so much.

"Okay, we are going to start from the top to the bottom. I expect you to know this entire building like the back of your hand as you will be visiting most floors frequently."

She rolled her eyes.

"Sure, boss. Anything for you." She mimicked Tatiana's words.

He chuckled arrogantly. "Are you jealous or what, Emilia?" He teased, wiggling his immaculate eyebrows.

She scoffed. "No, not at all, Why would I be?"

"Good. Because you have no right whatsoever to be jealous. We aren't dating, remember?" He announced bluntly, making her heart ache suddenly.

"Come on, we don't have all day"

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40 floors later, she was back at her desk and her feet were slightly aching. The bloody building is so huge. She was awed at the fact that Drew owned all of them, and a lot more from what it seemed.

"But he is single amidst the wealth"

You can still get him to fall in love with you…

"The probability of that is next to nil." She added.

The landline started ringing. "Hello?"

"Bring me coffee, right now." Then he hung up. "Damn, how courteous." "Where the hell did his manners go? Or is it normal that rich people shouldn't be mannered?"

Reluctantly, she rose from the very comfy leather swivel chair and treaded to the elevator. "If I am correct, the break room is on the 20th floor." She thought to herself.

She entered and pushed the button at twenty. Seconds later she was there and she was right, the break room was before her.

She quickly brewed the coffee and went back to the top floor. She didn't bother to knock and just walked straight into his office. He was seated stiffly at his large mahogany desk, typing away furiously on his laptop.

"Here you go, sir." She chimed, putting the steaming hot beverage on his desk.

"Miss Clarkson, Now I appreciate your effort but this is not how I like my coffee, I like it without sugar or milk" he stated and she rolled her eyes mentally.

"Gosh! How am I supposed to know that? You never told me"

"And you never asked," Drew replied in a mocking tone.

"Sorry Mr. Drew, I never knew how you liked your coffee," She replied sarcastically.

"Get me another one, darling," he said with an arrogant smirk.

She just took the coffee mug and stormed out of his office without a second glance. What a douche! He just wasted her time and now she had to go back and get him another cup of coffee.

She was so overcome by anger that she didn't notice a person headed straight in her direction. She collided with him so hard that it sent her flying backward and the coffee along with her.

"Ugh," she groaned in pain, from the impact of the blow and from the fact that her blouse was drenched in hot, sticky coffee.

"Oh dear, are you alright?" Came a voice laced with a polished accent.

She looked up and her eyes met probably the most alluring green eyes she had ever seen in her life.

"Who is that gorgeous man?"