The CEO's First Love

Surprising Encounter

Narrator's Voice: “Well, well, well… welcome back. What’s a story without a supersized guest appearance? And who else could it be other than Samuel D. Jackson—the walking definition of privilege, the guy everyone in college loved to hate. The spoiled little rich brat who clung to his daddy’s money like it was his personality.

Francina knew his dad was wealthy, but what she didn’t know was where all that wealth really came from. And just like that, she now knows.

Oops.”

“Francina, “he called out, not wasting any time. He gave me that infamous smirk, the one that’s always made me sick to my stomach. Even now, it still does.

“Of all the people I could run into, I had to end up with this jerk. Seriously, is this some kind of curse?” I thought to myself before finally facing him. “Yo, what’s good? What’s poppin’?” I exaggerated.

“Oh, I just came here to meet my new secretary.”

Narrator's Voice: "Wow, I’m not trying to be a prick, but that is truly fascinating. Of all the people in the world, it had to be the worst person in the world. Now that’s what I call luck."

I immediately felt like I was going to throw up the moment he said those words. It didn’t take long before I fully realized what he meant.

“Wait, w-what?” I stuttered.

“I’m the new CEO—your boss. Didn’t you know that?” he replied, his smile shifting into something that looked almost devilish.

"Um, no… I guess the interviewer must’ve forgotten to mention who the boss was. I was so eager to land the job that I didn’t have much time to research the company. Oh well, nice to meet you. I’ll be starting next week. Uh, excuse me for a second," I stammered, I quickly made my way to the front desk before anything else could be said.

“Um, hello! I’m Francina Williams. I was just wondering if there are any other positions available, other than the secretary role?” I whispered, quietly scanning the area to see if he had already left. To my surprise, he had. I couldn’t help but wonder what he wanted to say before I had to cut the conversation short.

“No, that’s the role we listed in the job posting. You did read the description, didn’t you?” the lady asked, stretching her words.

“Yes, yes, I did, but I was just wondering if there are any other positions available.”

“If you have an issue with your position, you can take your resume and leave,” she said, rolling her eyes in pure disgust.

Narrator's Voice: “Ugh! What a b***h. Well, taking her resume and leaving wasn’t an option for dear Francina. She was tired of being broke and tired of sleeping on sheets that weren’t really comfortable. I guess the only choice was to slay her dragons—oh, I mean demons. You get the idea. Either way, Francina returned home, disappointment clearly written all over her face, only to be greeted by her overly curious best friend who was already waiting for her inside.”

"Okay, so tell me what happened. We got cut off on the phone, and now I’m curious about what went down," Olivia asked, her curiosity piqued. "Come on, sit down and tell me everything."

"Ugh! My ass hurts from sitting on concrete. Let’s go out for coffee or something," Olivia complained.

"Sure, lead the way," I replied.

Narrator's Voice: "Hmm, you’re definitely going to need more than coffee to handle what’s coming next, if you catch my drift. And for anyone who thought I meant s*x, seriously? You’re all dirty-minded. I meant alcohol—cut me some slack."

"So, are you going to say anything? You've been sipping on that coffee for, like, a minute now," Olivia asked.

"Well, I got the job," I replied, my face showing the complete opposite of excitement.

"That's awesome, but you don’t look so happy," Olivia said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah... Unfortunately, I later found out my boss is Samuel," I replied, sounding more defeated than relieved.

"Wait, the Samuel? The one you hate? Hehe," she chuckled.

"Wow, I'm glad you find this funny," I said, a little annoyed.

"Oh, come on, Francina. You knew he liked you—that’s why he treated you like that."

"Wow, if that’s love, I don’t even know what it is," I said, sarcastically.

"Come on, Francina, you can’t lose this job now. Not after all that!" Olivia urged. "Okay, how about this: just see how it goes. If you can’t stand him, then quit."

"Huh, you’re right. How bad can he be, right?" I said, trying to sound optimistic.

Narrator's Voice: "Hmm, she’s right. How bad can he really be? A rich, powerful young man who could ruin her entire life with just a snap of his fingers. And the first thing she says is, 'How bad can he be?' Let’s see just how bad he can be, shall we?

A week passed, and today was the day Francina Williams would finally understand the true horror of working with her enemy. Without wasting a moment, the second Francina stepped into the office, the nightmare began."

"Hey, you! Francina!" my boss shouted.

"Good morning to you too, sir," I replied, trying to keep my tone polite.

"Yeah, yeah, I need you for a board meeting. Grab your notepad and let’s go—hurry up!" he barked, snapping his fingers.

In my flat black shoes, feeling a bit panicked at the sudden meeting I had to rush to on my first day, I quickly dug around my desk for a notepad and pen. Grabbing my morning coffee, I sprinted toward the meeting room, following the directions given to me by the random staff members I encountered along the way. As I rushed, I thought to myself, "I'm screwed. It took me almost 10 minutes just to find the damn meeting room."

After getting lost a few times, I finally stumbled upon a large, brown, slightly vintage-looking door. When I opened it, all I heard was pure silence. The only sound that echoed through the room was my heavy breathing. And then, I saw them—6 to 10 men in suits, all staring at me. But my focus immediately sharpened on to one person: Samuel. He was glaring daggers at me, gesturing to the empty seat next to him, his expression screaming, "You're late."

I rushed to sit next to him, praying he wouldn’t humiliate me in front of everyone.

“Good morning, everyone. I am Samuel Jackson, and today we are here to discuss the expansion of our organization. I look forward to hearing your insights and suggestions on this matter, so please feel free to share your thoughts,” he addressed the room, his tone assertive. As he glanced over my shoulder to ensure I was diligently taking notes, his smile quickly turned into a frown.

“You spelled that wrong,” he barked. I could feel the weight of everyone’s gaze, their eyes drilling into me as I shrank under the pressure. I let out an awkward chuckle, trying to mask my embarrassment. Thankfully, the attention quickly shifted back to the meeting at hand, but it wasn’t long before my so-called boss caught yet another error.

“You spelled this wrong too. Can you not spell? Your writing is atrocious. You know what, just leave. Gabby, get in here. Get out of my sight,” he shouted. That was the moment I realized working for Samuel wasn’t going to be easy, but I hadn’t expected him to be so unnecessarily rude on my first day. With my head lowered in humiliation, I walked out of the boardroom.

Narrator's Voice: “Wow, talk about a kick in the gut. But hey, the story must keep going! Once the boardroom meeting wrapped up, Francina didn’t say a word to Samuel—except for the bare minimum work stuff. And Samuel? Oh, he did the same. Gotcha, Samuel! Turns out, he wasn’t all that bad after all. Eventually, he sort of apologized to Francina. But let’s be honest, it wasn’t a real apology. I mean, if he had just handed her some money instead, that would've felt way more genuine, right?”

“Francina,” he called, motioning for me to come into his office. “I wanted to apologize for how I acted earlier. I took my frustration out on you for no reason. Yes, you made some mistakes, but I shouldn’t have shouted at you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I said quickly, eager to get away. “Well, um, I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” I practically bolted out of his office, not wasting another second.

Narrator's Voice: “Haha, honestly, can you imagine? Samuel just throws out an apology like it’s supposed to fix everything after completely wrecking Francina’s confidence. But, of course, all she can do now is vent and talk about him behind his back—like, who hasn’t been there, right? It’s like the go-to move when you can’t just confront someone but still need to let off some steam.”

“Hey, what’s up?” Olivia shouted, sitting in the dark waiting for me to come home.

“Oh my god, are you trying to give me a heart attack? Why are you sitting in the dark?”

“I was actually about to leave because you took so long to come home, but how was your day?”

“Today was awful,” I expressed, followed by a long and depressing sigh.

“Oh no, what happened?”

“It’s that stupid boss of mine. After completely humiliating me in front of everyone in the boardroom, telling me I can’t spell and that my handwriting is crap... Can you imagine? After all of that, all he could say was 'sorry.' What am I supposed to do with a sorry?” I shouted, pacing around the room in anger.

“Okay, calm down.”

“I can’t calm down! I’m frustrated and angry! I’m angry that I couldn’t do or say anything. All I could do was sit there like a fool, just taking his insults. It felt just like last time!”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry I wasn’t there, but I’m here now, and right now, I want you to find that inner peace."

“My inner peace has gone to s**t! I am this close to slapping the crap out of my boss. I’m just being real.”

“Okay, I know, but you’ll have to hold it in just a little longer. What about some Chinese food? I know you love Chinese food.”

“I am hungry.”

“See? That’s the spirit! We can go get some Chinese food, and you can sleep on it. What do you say?”

“Fine,” I replied with a long sigh.

Narrator's Voice: “Francina slept on it, but the anger didn’t get the memo. She woke up still feeling like a walking ball of frustration, her embarrassment from yesterday still fresh. But hey, he was the boss, so what could she do? She thought today would be smooth sailing... and then it wasn’t. Of course, because who wouldn't want to add more drama to their life on a Monday?”