The CEO’s Reborn Fiancée

Chapter4

“Miss Millers, can you explain what this is?” He was going through what I had done. He was struggling to control his anger.

“Uhmm…” I licked my lips. For some reason, I was scared of office Drew. Fiancé Drew had been a bit easy to handle.

This was the umpteenth time he was correcting me on making ledgers and every kind of business calculations but I just couldn’t get the hang of it.

This was not my life. This was not me but I had no choice. It was either this or go broke. I knew the movie industry too well to know that I needed connections to go back to that life especially now I was wearing a different face.

“You keep making silly mistakes every single time!” The chill in his voice was curling my toes with fear and my stomach rumbled with apprehension.

“I-I’m s-sorry, sir.” My confidence was lost in his anger. “Just give me a little more time and I’ll learn, I promise.”

He looked at me, his face set in stone. “Were you sleeping again?”

I opened my mouth and closed it. In my defense, it was not my fault. These things were just too boring. No music was allowed. Everyone just moved like robots wired to move at a specified speed and defined location.

And the files were worse. I got migraine from looking at those numbers and receiving mails, also scheduling trips and board meetings. Board meetings were the worst of the worst, I would have to think of those women and men in expensive straight skirts and brand suits respectively as actors and the boardroom as a stage so I would not doze off.

“Answer me!” He impatiently hit his palm against the desk.

I jolted. “No…ye…No sir.” I shook my head.

He was glaring now. “Really?”

I knew it was wise not to attempt lying this time. “I’m sorry sir.” For no reason, I felt tears well.

“Are you sure you can do this job, Miss Millers? Because ever since you returned from your coma, you’ve been acting so unlike yourself. You are usually smarter than this. These…” He picked up the files and waved them at me. “…were always easy for you. Are you really healed? Or do you need time off?”

Why did that sound as though he wanted to sack me? “No sir. I will definitely do better. I only got confused somewhere along the line doing those ledgers.”

He relaxed back on his chair. “Where? Show me the confusion.”

I stood uncertainly, watching him.

“Show me, Miss Millers.” He appeared vexed.

I took small, nervous steps to his side. I glanced at him apprehensively, not sure of his next step.

He sighed. “Okay. I get that sixteen months of coma is not a walk in the park but I am only keeping you here because of your past records with working for me. I’m giving you this last chance and if you don’t show signs of improving, I’ll have to let you go.”

I gulped. I needed to earn so I had better try to learn this. “Okay sir. I-l will do my best sir.”

“Good.” He seemed satisfied with that. “Now let’s move to the sofa.”

I obediently gathered the papers and followed him to the long, practical yet comfortable beige sofa harboring two black throw pillows. Why couldn’t I have something like that in my office? That would make working on these numbers easier.

Good gracious, Daisy! You’re here because of Rosalie’s past records. One more slip, and you’ll go broke. This is the only job that you can keep. You know nothing about office jobs and you can not do menial jobs. Moreover, this is your fiancè’s empire. It is easier here. So, you’d better try your best and stop thinking of sofas to sleep in. I chastised myself firmly.

“Call Miss Andrews and tell her to get me a cup of coffee. You can tell her to bring yours too if you’re interested.” He instructed in a bossy manner.

I did as he instructed but ordered water for myself. I had just settled with him on the sofa when the door opened and his personal assistant brought the tray containing our orders.

She kept it on a stool nearby and left us alone.

“Now, to be able to work on a ledger you need to understand it is all about transactions.” He began as soon as the door closed behind us. “Do you remember the first ledger you did when you started working for me?” He asked.

I shook my head. I was, sadly, no Rosalie. I was sure Rosalie would understand. “No sir.”

Our gazes locked. It was as though something was keeping us enthralled with looking at each other. He cleared his throat and removed his eyes.

“Okay, let’s redo this. Get me my pen.” He pointed towards his desk.

I stood and walked to his desk. I suddenly felt self-conscious. Was he watching me?

That particular thought made me almost falter in my steps. What was wrong with me? I was an actress. A public figure. I was not the shy type. I lived for the attention.

And this was Drew. When I was my real self, I never saw him as anything other than the human prison I was to be locked in forever. Was it because I was experiencing him in a different way? It was probably so.

I got the pen and turned, he quickly put his head down. I knew it! He was watching me. Was he not even mourning the fact that I was gone? I knew we did not love each other, but at least…

Would I have done the same if it was me? Would I have mourned? Possibly not. I would have felt sad and only because I knew him personally but I would not have mourned him.

I sighed. I guessed I had to be fair to him in my judgement. “Here is it, sir.”

I took a seat on the sofa, but I was a bit far from him. He eyed me. “You need to be close for this.”

Hesitantly, I shifted closer. I could smell his aftershave and perfume. It tickled my senses. I was nervous sitting this close to him.

He cleared his throat again but I refused to look at his face, no matter how tempting it was. I fixed my eyes stubbornly on the ledger.

My breath caught when I felt his breath close to my ear. “Rosalie.” The way the name rolled off his tongue shook my very core.

I swallowed. My name was not Rosalie but I was getting so affected by the way he’d called it. Unable to resist looking, I turned slightly to meet his alluring gray orbs that had darkened with some emotion.

“You are different.” He trailed a finger along my face. “Beautiful, beautiful.” His thumb slowly moved across my lower lip.

“Yes sir.” That was dumb. Yes sir? That was all I could say? I licked my lips unconsciously

He closed his eyes and opened them back. His orbs had darkened more. Not knowing what else to do, I bit my lower lip.

He let out a low growl and covered the small distance between us, his mouth capturing mine.