The Billionaire’s Stripper

CHAPTER 9

Once in a while, I had always wondered what the first day of work would be like.

And when I mean work, I didn't mean the usual waitering, stripping, and near escort kind of jobs that I had gotten and lost; I meant a real job.

An actual job in an actual office. Something that made me feel like I was an accomplished woman. Something that gave me a sense of importance and class, and I mean, that sprinkle of a 'bad b***h' vibe as well.

A hustler, I had always been, but ironically, I had never for one has a specific ambition for myself or my life. All I knew was that somehow, I was going to survive, and somehow, I would just have to figure it out and get the hack of this life survival thing.

For the longest time, it had not worked for me.

An office job, I couldn't even dream of fantasizing about, and all the jobs that I had managed to get, I lost it faster than anyone could even say jack.

Now, today, here I was, working as a Marketer in the company, Ciel, and on top of that, having the offer of being a bonus to the Company's very CEO.

All on my first day.

It seemed surreal. Too good to be true. But heck yeah, I was living for the thrill. I could not even be more excited than I was.

I could not WAIT to tell Quinn all about my first day at work. I may have been right about the luckiest woman out there in the whole world.

"Follow me, Miss," A man, the called him Richard Weller, said promptly to me as Michael McAllister's personal assistant had walked me out of his office and led me to him.

I had heard his name flying around the place since I had got here. The receptionist had wanted me to wait for 'Richard Weller' to help me get to my work spot and in the office, Michael McAllister had ordered his personal assistant to get the same 'Richard Weller' to help me out of the office and lead to my work hall.

Wow, was I living the dream. This was a dream come through for me! I was dying to call Quinn and tell her about everything but unfortunately phone calls were banned during work hours, so, I was left to suck it all up until I dismissed from work.

"After me," Richard had curtly said to me as he took his steps slightly ahead of me and I walked right there behind him in patience, trusting him to take me to the destination that he as supposed to be taking me.

The man looked not too far from my age, give or take a few years, but he seemed to walk and talk and exude the maturity of a man in his 30s. It came off to me not much of a surprise because so far I had seen, everyone who worked here had an air if regality around them.

I believe that was what Ciel was going for when they employed their workers. The were looking for people with class and regality, and well, I appealed to Michael McAllister as a woman of confidence and royalty.

Even if I may have been the complete opposite.

"This way," Richard made a turn to the left side and we headed for an elevator, and I followed him blindly.

This place was insanely good, and one look at it, one could be able to tell that it was no joke. The exterior screamed magnificence and the interior was just as promising too. There was a theme of white and gold around the place and the white was squeaky clean while the gold was as pretty as honey and precious jewels. The space was vast and even the hallways that we walked through, me and Richard, were covered in pretty, neat and glowing tiles that were a privilege to even work on.

The place was beautiful and majestic. Granted, everyone in it was too.

"Here," Richard spoke as we came to stop in front of a door and I looked up at the tag on it that read "Head of HR" and frowned in confusion mixed with some astonishment in it.

"I am the Head of HR?!" I nearly screamed, disturbing the silence in the entire place but not giving a damn about it one bit, "On my first day, I get to be the head of HR?!"

I couldn't believe it. My first day was already throwing in so many surprises at my face and jeez, they were too much to even keep up with. I could not even begin to elaborate how surprising this was for me. I wanted to scream for joy, leap, jump, die—

"Um, no," Richard broke me off, shutting me down immediately, and like a balloon, I deflated in an instant, "No, Miss Kelly, you are not the Head of HR. We are just going to see the Head of HR first before we go ahead to place you in your work hall."

Disappointment could not even it.

I felt so stupid and probably even looked more stupid.

Richard stared at me and I could see, from the slight twitching at the corner of his lips and the shift of emotions in his eyes, that he was on the verge of bursting into laughter richly.

But wow, he must have been trained in self control to match his regal energy because he was able to comport himself and carry on without breaking too much of a smile.

"The head of HR is a bit strict," He warned me, "He doesn't really tolerate clumsiness very easily, so please make a good impression."

I already got the job, so who the f**k does this 'Head of HR' think he is and what leverage does he think he will even have over me?

After all, I had Michael McAllister on my side. I was on his good graces. So, anyone below him in rank could do well to kiss my fat a*s.

"Whatever," I feigned disinterest and I saw Richard lift a single brow in surprise at my audacity, "Didn't I already get the job? Why do we even need to see him and make a 'good impression'?"

He blessed me with a small smile and for the first time since our encounter, Richard looked handsome. His smile was pretty and lighted up his brown eyes to match his pale white skin.

"Protocol," He said to me.

With that, he gave two curt knocks on the door and waited outside, standing there for an answer.

Silence greeted us.

Richard knocked a second time.

Again, no one answered us.

"Is he in there?" I asked him.

"Yes," Richard quietly answered.

"So why won't he say anything?" I asked again and I didn't hear a response from him anymore. Instead, he looked straight at the door and knocked again for the third time.

Once again, no answer. Not a word from in there. Not even a sound.

"Is it open?" I asked Richard.

"Is what open?" He questioned.

"The door," I answered.

"Well, yes." He said.

So, why were we still standing here when he could just open it and walk in? I mean, this 'Head of HR' guy may be dead in there for all we knew.

"Are you sure someone's in there, Richard?"

"Yes."

"And you're sure the door is open?"

"Yes."

"Then, open it."

"No."

"Why not?"

Richard sighed. He sounded like he was getting tired of me. However, quite the contrary, he turned to me and a smile formed on his lips and I could see that he rather thought something else of me.

He smiled at me and there was a curiosity in his eyes. As though he had never met a person like me before and somehow, it both entertained and amused him for a fact.

"Just open the door, Richy Rich," I poked him, "Open the door. It's easy."

"I can't do that, Miss Kelly." Richard said to me.

"Yes, you can," I argued, "All you have to do is just push the door open like this.—"

Richard had his soul jump out of his body and come right back when I pushed the door of the office open, without a warning.

"No, no, no. Mr Sanchez doesn't like people intruding his office without permission, Ms Kelly!—"

Too late.

I had already walked into the office where this 'Mr Sanchez', the apparent head of HR was, and immediately I walked into the four corners of his white walled large office. I felt an invisible whiplash slam against my back the moment I came eye to eye with him.

Oh, f**k me. Him.

Instantly, I felt numb. My eyes widened in terror as I watched him start to blow a tantrum out of proportion, screaming down the heavens and the earth at the 'intruders' that barged into his office without his permission, and all he said came in through one ear and passed through the other, unable r encrypt and decide in my brain.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

Not him! NOT HIM! GOD, NOT HIM!

Meanwhile, Richard was behind me, prostrating and asking forgiveness on our behalf while having a mental breakdown right there before the man that I was dreading seeing.

Everything they said back and forth, every one of Mr Sanchez's scoldings at me and Richard, and every word of apology Richard offered did not even stay in my head. I could not focus on anything other than the fact that I was looking face to face with who could be my worst nightmare.

That hair turned a subtle shade of gray on his almost bald head....

Those wrinkled and fine aging lines on his face.

Damn it, I could recognize that old Motherfucker anywhere.

Mr Sanchez was the man that I had met that day at the Highway Club. The same old man that tried to have a night with me.

The same old man that I had slapped, shoved, and stormed right out of.

And here he was, standing in place as the Head of HR of Ciel. The very man that I was supposed to maintain a good impression in front of. The very man who seemed so important in the company.

And worse still....

He was the only in this entire company that knew me as a woman who nearly became a goddamn stripper. The very truth I was hiding. The very fact that I knew could cost me my job in this company, Ciel.

And he, Mr Sanchez took his time to focus and land his eyes on me, and the moment that his eyes had narrowed and hardened with instant recognition......

I knew I was screwed.