The Billionaire and his Coffee Girl

The billionaire and his coffee girl As the last rays of the sun entered his office at the top floor of Catalyst Industries, Nathaniel laid his feet on top of a dark black desk and sipped his sixth coffee of the day. For a second, a thought about his extensive addiction for coffee passed through head, but then he simply took a huge sip as of to signify how utterly trash the thought was. His head whipped to side when a curt knock sounded on his door in front of his desk. The two way mirror showed him exactly who was standing on the other side, but the curvy blonde with a few buttons opened unnecessary to on her top couldn't. He smirked as he thought of Ana, his new floor manager, trying so hard to win his attention. Too bad he didn't pay heed to spineless bimbos like her who fell to his feet at the mention of money. Ana on the other side desperately tried to smart up her meager clothing as she looked at the blurred glass, unaware of the glasses transparency. It was her first time actually going into his office, and it was really quite daunting. She had just been working for a few days as the manager, while earlier she used to be in charge of filing paperwork on one of the bottom floors. Back then, she had only seen "the Devil", as the other employees called him, once, when he had stormed in the office to fire the man who had accidentally shut the heat off. He was that serious. The doors slid open and she walked into the warm office, furnished entirely in black and and white, and gawked at the enormity of the room, which totally was bigger than her apartment. The Devil was perched on a rotating chair, and he stared at her through icy bluish green eyes. Nathaniel's eyes scanned Ana's barely appropriate attire of a tight white blouse with some buttons open and an equally tight black skirt, as she furiously blushed and fidgeted. Pathetic. He watched her bend down to place the file she'd been carrying, on his desk, and stared at her with a look of disinterest, making her fidget more. He slid the file towards himself, but didn't pick it up, looking at her for an explanation instead. "Mr. Evans' secretary arrived a few minutes ago and requested to give this file to you. They expect details before tomorrow's meeting." Just as she said that, his entire demeanor changed into a professional one, as he picked up the file and flipped through it, dictating her pointers. Nearly half an hour later when Ana exited his office, she rushed into the bathroom to fix her disheveled hair and smudged lipstick. Her brown eyes sparkled as she remembered the last 15 minutes in the office and silently squealed to herself. That guy was hot. Nathaniel punched a code into a panel on one of the side walls that opened into a walk in closet and a bathroom to splash some cold water on his face. He stared at his blurry shirtless reflection, disgusted by the events of the last 15 minutes. He blinked a few times and tried to focus on the conference he had in an hour. With a crisp shirt and tie on, he combed his hair to perfection and walked out of the office to his personal elevator. Climbing into his Aston Martin one-77, he made over to another one of the buildings he owned.