Undercover billionaire's Second chance

CHAPTER4

After leaving the copy room, I went back to Mrs Johnson's office and gave the documents to her. Instead of acknowledgment, all I got was a stern expression and what took you so long.

She didn't even take into consideration the fact that I'm new, and she didn't give me a tour of the place, so it would take a while for me to locate the copy room.

I put my face to the ground and told her I was sorry, so she dismissed me.

Not knowing where to go from here, I decided to go back to the lobby to ask the receptionist. Upon sighting me from afar, the receptionist gave me a very bright smile but had a look of sympathy in her eyes.

I walked up to her with the file I was given by Mrs Johnson and asked where my office was, so I could start out reading these files.

To my horror, the receptionist laughed and told me I didn't have a separate office and all employees in Williams' group had to stay in just 4 office spaces.

She told me this was to ensure we were up and about more than we sat, and it was only recently increased to 4 after seeing the rapid growth of the group and how many employees the group had, and we were only allowed an hour 30 minutes lunch break in a day.

Left with no choice, I asked her to direct me to the one with the least employees, so she directed me to the fourth one. I entered and it was still crowded. I almost screamed out at what my grandfather had done to me. I mean it's understandable if other employees had to share their space, but I can't share mine.

I have always been pampered all my life. I didn't even know what it meant to share a toy because my parents always bought mine separately from my brother's, so they could have at least made provisions for an office space for me. But then on second thought, I remembered this was my idea and a spur-of-the-moment thing and if I were to be treated differently than other employees, there would be talks about why I was getting the special treatment and if I was his concubine or his relative.

It's bad enough that, without any special treatment, Mrs. Johnson already accused me of something shady if only she knew how hard I had to work at school before my grandfather could even consider making me the CEO of his empire, but I wouldn't blame them because they didn't understand the struggles of the rich. Everyone thinks once you are rich it's all smooth sailing from there on and no challenges. That couldn't be farther from the truth.

As I settled down and got ready to read through the files. Someone walked up to me and told me Mrs Johnson needed me. Knowing that the woman was on her period, I quickly left what I was doing and walked to the elevator. Once I was in, I pressed the 20th floor.

When I got out of the elevator, I walked briskly to her office door. I waited a few minutes to calm my nerves, then I knocked on the door. Once I entered, I met my grandfather's right-hand man. I know him to be my grandfather's right-hand man, but since I didn't go to school in New York, I thought he didn't know me as his granddaughter.

You asked to see me, I said. She looked at me, sighed, then said yes I did. I just wanted to be sure you hadn't run off after our last encounter, she said sarcastically. I smiled at her though I was boiling inside and said to her, rest assured I won't be running off until my internship is done here, and thank you for thinking of me.

She looked at me, laughed loudly and said," I have better things to think of than to think of you. Then she gestured to my grandfather's right-hand man and said this young man requested to see you.

I looked at him, and he smiled warmly at me. That smile meant a lot of things, but the one that stood out was that he knew who I was, so I just looked away. I wouldn't bother myself with smiling at my grandfather's right-hand man.

He stood up, shook my hand, then we walked out of the office together and headed to the lobby before leaving. I could see the wheels turning in Mrs Johnson's head, but I couldn't care less about what she thought.

Once at the lobby, I went straight to the point. Did my grandfather send you here to look after me or check up on me? He sighed then smiled guiltily. Guilty as charged, he said.

At his sentence, my heart filled with warmth at how much my grandfather cared for me. I smiled, but it didn't last long, and I told him to tell my grandfather I was fine and settling in well and that I would see him at home.

At that moment, an employee passed, but it was obvious he didn't hear what I said and if he did, he didn't know who I was talking to, since not many people knew my grandfather's right-hand man, but I knew I had to leave. I mean the files on my table wouldn't read themselves, you know.

But, I didn't leave without warning him against letting people know about my identity, but he assured me of his secrecy. Although I knew my grandfather trusted him with his life and wouldn't have told him if he thought he would be a parrot about my identity, I just had to warn him about it.

After I left, I went back to my desk and got myself engrossed in reading through the files. 3 hours later, I was still busy reading the files. I didn't even bother going for my lunch break.

After lunch, everyone gathered in the office for a 20-minute rest to aid food digestion before running off for the next task again.

Since I didn't know anyone yet, I just continued with my file but the next moment, Liam entered the room and went to his desk. It was at that moment I realized I would be sharing the room with at least one person I knew. With this new development, I was really glad I would be sharing my office space with him, since this would ensure his help every time I struggled with something or would he ignore me whenever I needed his help, I thought to myself.