BUSINESS TRILOGY

Chapter 2

"Amelia Davis," I smiled.

"Right this way," she said as she leads me to wherever we were going.

First, she leads me to a small room where a camera was set up. "We need to take your picture for your ID card."

"Okay," I say as I stand in front of the camera and smile slightly. The machine immediately prints put a small plastic card with my name, position and face.

"You'll need this to open your office door, enter the building and you can add money on it to buy anything in the café." She pauses. "My name's Jodie by the way," the receptionist said when we stopped by an elevator "If you ever want to eat lunch together".

"Thanks," I nodded, and she handed me a coffee.

"Give this to Mr. King" she instructed "His office is on the top floor."

I went into the elevator and pressed the button for the highest floor. Floor number 64.

I took a deep breath and knocked the door. "Come in." an authoritative voice commanded.

"Good morning Mr. King I am your new personal assis-"

I looked at 'Mr. King'

It was the guy from the coffee shop...

Chapter 2

AMELIA POV

"You?" I gasped.

"You." he snarled.

"You're Xavier King?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Is that a problem?," he had the same devilish smile on his face.

I wanted to beg him not to fire me but instead, I said this:

"If I knew you were a billionaire I would've made you buy me a new coffee." I smiled innocently.

His smile vanished and was replaced with a surprised expression, no-one probably ever talked back to him before.

"So you are my assistant now?" he groaned, more to himself.

"Unfortunately..." I mumbled

"What was that?" he says, pretending not to hear me, whilst reading through a file.

"Nothing," I say, hoping he didn't hear what I said.

"I know that we have met on unfavourable circumstances but we must be strictly professional, what happened outside the workplace wasn't the best way to be acquainted to you but I trust my hiring team and you must not mix your personal emotions and your duties here." he says not even looking up at me.

"Of course, Mr.King" I smile.

"Now go get me a black coffee," he ordered.

"Already did," I said as I handed him the coffee that Jodie gave me and smiled. I had to get into his good books now that he was my boss. He looked impressed but quickly concealed it with his usual emotionless face.

"Right, I need you to make 20 copied of these files and give it to every office on this floor, and then go to your office and file the documents on your desk." he ordered as he pushed a pile of files that were on his desk toward, this man was so bossy.

"Yes sir," was all I could say.

I made the copies of the file and handed them to all the offices. I got to my office and filed some papers and typed up some letters before printing them out. I went to his office and knocked the door.

No answer.

I knocked again.

No answer.

After waiting a couple more minutes I decided to open the door just to put the files on his desk to find him working.

He looked up with anger, "Why didn't you knock?" he seethed.

"I did but you didn't open the door," I said confidently. His look got angrier.

We walked up to me, so close that he was face to face with me. Slowly, I backed up but pressed against the door-frame. He walked up to me until he was centimetres away. He looked at me, down at me. As if I was a piece of rubbish.

I tried to slide out of his gaze but he slammed his hands onto the door and on both sides of my head, boxing me between him and the door. My breathing got quicker due to the shock from his impact and I was getting nervous.

"I am Xavier King." he announced "You will respect and obey me otherwise I have enough power to fire you and make sure you don't get hired anywhere else," he said as I looked up at him.

"Y-yes Sir," I said, he moved away from me and then gestured for me to follow him.

"Put the files on my desk and you can go to lunch," he said without looking at me. I dropped the files onto the desk and ran out.

I went to the office canteen and looked for Jodie, I found her sitting by herself eating a sandwich so I went and sat with her.

"Where's your food hun?" she asked, I realised she had a slight Australian accent.

"I'm not really that hungry" I lied.

"Liar," she laughed and gave me half her sandwich.

"Thanks," I smile and took a bite.

"Why are you sitting alone, I mean no offence but there are loads of people to talk to," I ask curiously.

"I've tried hanging out with most of the girls here, but all they talk about is Xavier, how hot he is, or what they can do to attract his attention," she complains as she rolls her eyes. "Most of them wear the tiniest skirts and their tops are so low cut you can basically see everything."

I looked around and everything she said was pretty much true. The girls wore bright red lipstick, tiny clothing and towering heels.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm all about girl power and wearing whatever you want but they're just embarrassing themselves at this point, Mr King doesn't even bat an eyelash."

After we ate we talked for a bit and then lunch ended and I had to go back to Xavier's office.

This time I knocked.

"Come in," is stern voice commanded.

"Is there anything you need me to do sir?" I asked, looking at the floor.

"Do you know what our company is?" he asked, he took my ID card out of my lanyard to see my name "Amelia,".

"Um shipping and supplying for other companies and brands," I answered unsurely.

He gave me a nod, signalling that I was correct. "Your task today is to supervise the fashion show, held by King's Corporate, that is happening at the Rose Garden,"

"Yes sir," I said, just wanting to leave.

"Make sure all the events take place smoothly this is a representation of my company. I will come to watch the show," he said.

No Pressure.

I nodded and walked out of the office. I left the building and called an Uber to take me to the Rose Garden. From the gates, I could see all the preparations for the runway event taking place. I was about to walk in when I was stopped by a security guard.

"ID please miss," he said, he was tall and buff. He had a dark scruffy beard and you could tell he hated his job.

"s**t. I forgot it at the office." On Xavier's desk.

"No ID no entry," he grumbled.

"What if I were to show you a photo of my ID card instead."

"I suppose that's okay."

Ugh, I didn't even have Jodie's number. But I did have Xavier's. He put it in my phone so that he could check up on me whilst I was preparing the show. I rung his phone hoping that he would pick and he did.

"Why are you calling me?" he growled into the phone.

"Can you send me a picture of my ID card I left it on your desk"

"No," he said bluntly.

"What? Why? You're the reason I don't have it, you took it from me." I asked, he was being such a b***h.

"You should have been more responsible." he deadpanned, I could hear his voice getting angrier.

"You should be more nice," I said back, almost like a kid. "Please just send me the picture, I need it to get into the garden," I said.

He hung up.

I waited for a few minutes, hoping there was one good bone in his body that he would send my the photo.

I groaned as I realised that I would have to go all the way back get my ID card, which was on Mr King's desk, and come back.

I booked an Uber back and asked him to wait whilst I just grab my ID card. As I walk past his office I see that the door is unlocked and he's not inside. Sneakily, I walk in, take my ID card and walk back to my Uber.

This time I proudly showed my ID card to the grumpy security guard and he grunted before opening the gate to let me in.

Let's get this fashion show started.

Chapter 3

AMELIA POV

After walking through the gates, I looked around the garden. The roses had bloomed beautifully, all different colours: pink, red, white, burgundy and purple. I walk to the part of the garden where the runway was taking place. I let out a tiny gasp when I saw the arrangements.

There was a huge white runway spread across the centre of the garden. It had bright studio lights around it and there were lights under the walkway, making the entire thing light up. Behind were trailers where the models were in getting ready for the show. There were racks of beautiful designer clothes scattered everywhere.

I was about to talk to a designer when a woman ran up to me, looking closer I saw that her name-tag showed that she worked at Kings Corp. She was breathing heavily, as if she was running, and she looked like she was about to cry.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Are you in charge of this event?" she asked, breathlessly.

"Umm...yeah," I say, sounding unsure myself.

"One of the models suddenly cancelled and we don't have any back-ups." She cried.

"Listen," I say giving her a understanding look, "Just make sure everything else is done properly and I'll go take care of this model situation." She smiled a smile of relief and went off, thanking me.

"I'm sorry ma'am, we don't have any models available within an hour." The modelling agency said. I groaned to myself, this was the 4th agency I had called, and no-one had any models available on such short notice.

I was about to go ask one of the models to do and extra walk when an eccentric looking man stopped me. He was wearing a tuxedo but with no shirt and had purple shoes on. He eyed me up and down, making me incredibly uncomfortable.

"Who are you?" he asked in a thick Japanese accent, pointing an accusing finger at me.

"Um...Amelia." I said, looking at him weirdly.

"Amelia," he says, as if he's testing it out. "You are very beautiful. Take this and put it on – you are the new model."

"I'm sorry sir, but I'm not a model," I say.

"Nonsense," he says.

"No seriously, look at me I'm 5'4." I deadpan.

"It doesn't matter. You radiate glamour." he said and practically pushed me into a changing room.

"I'm very flattered sir, but I can't walk on the runway or pose for pictures."

"It's not hard Amelia, just walk," he laughs and an I hear his footprints as he walks away.

I change into the clothes and look at myself. We were holding this show in order to get a deal from a Japanese fashion company, so the clothes were traditional Japanese clothes. I was wearing a baby pink kimono with white cherry blossoms on it, however, the clothes had a modern twist, so they were tighter and sexier.

After spending about 30 minutes in hair and makeup it was showtime. I was walking third so that I could watch what a few models do before I walk but there are 4 models after me to cover me up just in case I f**k it up.