A New Beginning
1979 Words
WENDY'S POV
I couldn't believe my ears, I just stared at her in astonishment as she explained why I should take my CEO's deal. "He can make all this go away and besides this is a way to start afresh, you can use this to your advantage"
What is she saying? I should use this to my advantage how? I asked in my head. She opened the door as we got to her apartment and we went in, I shrug off my coat before collapsing on the couch.
“What if he has an ulterior motive?” I asked.
"I didn't think of it like that, why is your face like that?" She frowned.
"Well, I just want you to finish babbling so we can order some food" I shrugged and she groaned throwing her head back in frustration, "Listen you are not safe here and we both know it, my security is not even capable of stopping that psycho how will I protect you?" She plopped on the couch and I scooted over next to her.
"You don't need to protect me I can--"
"You can't! Stop deceiving yourself you might have stood up to him this once but I know you Wenn" She grouses and I pull her into my arms, cursing myself for making her this stressed out over me.
It's always about me and my problems.
"How was work? Hope you didn't run away while I called 'cause we don't have any spots left in my office" I quipped.
"Yeah I would love to work in your tiny office" She deadpanned. While I rolled my eyes, then I dropped the bombshell "Hey guess what?" I wiggled my brows playfully at her and she hummed pretending to be deep in thought.
"You kissed your hot CEO/fake boyfriend?"
What!
"No, that's not it you i***t. I got awarded as the most dedicated employee of the year" I grinned and she threw her arms around me.
"That is so good. But I'm hungry" She grumbled and let go of me.
We ordered takeout and gossiped until I got bored and decided to go get some sleep, "Good night baby, try to think about what I said earlier" She probed and I nodded heading towards the guest room.
I sighed shutting the door behind me, I proceeded to take a warm shower before getting ready for bed. I remembered how serious he looked back at the office, he was willing to risk his reputation for dating his employee, and what for?
I can't even imagine what kind of scandal that would be, People will call me names. But then again people don't care about my well-being now, do they?
I took my phone from the comforter and I stared at the number.
"Boyfriend" with a shrug emoji.
I exhaled before typing a message, "Can we talk tomorrow?"
Not up to a minute. It was marked as seen and my heart skipped a beat because of how fast he saw that, what if I want to delete it now?
I didn't get an immediate reply unlike the instant view, so I tried again. "I need to talk to you, could you please stop ignoring me? It's annoying and I know you have seen the text just reply" It's a bit demanding but I'm done with being pushed around by men, this is different he is my boss and I shouldn't be speaking to him in this manner.
A notification made my darkened screen lit up.
"So bossy"
I scoffed at his reply and he was still typing when I replied with an eye roll emoji, "Can you be patient for a little bit? Unlike you I have work to do even when I'm not at the office"
Fair point, he is a self-made billionaire and he is always so busy. But I don't have any more patience left in me, I have exhausted all with that prick called Nate.
"Can we talk tomorrow? Yes or No?" I hit the send button, and chewed on my lower lip as he typed.
"Yes, stop disrupting me already" He replied and I could imagine him frowning at his phone right now with a laptop on his desk at home, with his eyeglasses probably still wearing his suit with no tie or blazer...
What the hell is this?
I dropped the phone back on the comforter pretending like I didn't just fantasize about my boss, my fake boyfriend.
I woke up covered in sweat and I checked the clock on the wall. It's six am. I pulled the duvet aside and got out of bed. I should make breakfast before getting ready for work. I intend to do better with getting to work early now that I don't have anyone breathing down my neck, I feel like a crook with that award on my desk and I want to fix my errors so I wouldn't feel so guilty anymore.
I steered towards the bathroom and brushed my teeth then washed my face before leaving the room. I decided to make scrambled eggs and bacon by the time I was done. The time was six fifty-five and I set the table and made her a cup of coffee.
"And she said I shouldn't marry her" Caramel yawned, stretching her body as she shut the door to her room. "Why are you up early, baby?" She kissed my cheeks before taking a seat at the dining table. I served her a portion of the egg and placed a cup of smoothie beside her plate.
"I decided to do that for a change, what do you think?" I asked as she took a bite and she hummed in reply, "Can I change your mind about not moving in with your boss?" She quipped and we both laughed.
"So I can become your cook huh?"
"Yeah, so what are you going to do now? Did you think about it?" She asked, pleading with her adorable doe-shaped eyes, I sighed and nodded in agreement.
"So?"
"I have decided to take the deal, only because you begged and he seemed like he was only trying to be helpful" I replied and she sighed in relief.
"It's probably for the best, we both know your boss can end Nate's career with just a snap of his finger" She chuckled and made gestures with her hands.
"Puff and it's all gone, we can even give him info on how he uses women to get lead roles" She pointed out but I didn't have it in me to do such a thing.
I left for the guest room to take a warm shower and dressed up. After that, Caramel came in while I was blow-drying my wet hair. "Just one day away from that piece of s**t, you are glowing baby" She complimented taking the hand dryer from me.
"I know right" I giggled as she finished with my hair and released auburn locks cascading down my back in waves, "Oh how much I wish I had your hair, naturally auburn and wavy then God blessed you with blue eyes too" She whined and I roll my eyes as if I don't envy her green eyes and tan skin.
"Come on let's get you dressed up, I will drop you off at your workplace," She remarked and I put on a black skirt that stopped at mid-thigh with a long pantyhose, I wore a cute navy blue blouse and picked random black sandals.
"No, heels baby you can never go wrong with those" Caramel chipped in and I remembered I had an audience, I picked my Dior black heels huffing as my hair got in my way.
"Yeah but I can go wrong with falling flat on my face" I picked a black scrunchie and she tutted, I put on light makeup and chose to wear red lipstick today. I wanted to look pretty for myself, and I kept telling myself that it wasn't for any other reason.
We left her apartment and she dropped me off with her car, a Bentley she got last year. Unlike me she gets whatever she wants, she works as an assistant to her CEO so her salary is bigger than mine, it's not like I can't afford one I sold mine while I was wasting away with that jerk, she was busy doing better for herself and I'm proud of her.
"Go get them, baby" She winked and drove off, I rolled my eyes before heading inside. I went straight to my office after passing pleasantries to my colleagues. They all seemed nice today.
I noticed all my stuff had been moved. I double-checked again and when I confirmed my stuff wasn't there I left for Susanne's office.
"Ma'am?" I peeked from the door and I flinched when I saw Hayes sitting there, they looked like they were having a serious conversation and I just stood there awkwardly.
"Wendie dear, you are early" Susanne said and I nodded in embarrassment, now he knows I'm not that diligent.
"Come in" He ordered and I obliged, shutting the door behind me. "I noticed my stuff has been moved" I expressed with my entire focus on Susanne's face, let's pretend my boss who is also my fake boyfriend isn't here.
"Yes, you have been promoted, your things are on the first floor in the office next to our CEO, judging from your expression you didn't know this" Susanne said with amusement laced in her voice.
I couldn't believe my ears, how did I not know this? Is this because of our deal I got promoted?
"The award comes with a promotion, you would have known that if you ever checked your emails," Hayes said and I was forced to look at him.
"I... I should get back to work" I nodded at Susanne and left the office cursing myself for not knowing that I was promoted, it's good news and I will be earning a lot of money.
I headed for the elevator and went in pressing the button, "I can do this" I repeated taking a deep breath.
I don't do well with pressure and I won't deny the fact that I'm scared of what could happen now that I will be working next to him, the elevator dings and the door parted then I stepped out taking in the spotless white tiled floor and glass doors. It was as if no one stays on this floor but they are over executive assistants here.
I found the office with the inscription 'Senior executive assistant' on it, I walked in and it felt like I was teleported into another world.
It feels as if the office is a futuristic time capsule, where the classic brown interiors represent the past, the white tiles symbolize the present, and the glass walls offer a glimpse into the future. This is the highest floor and it made me feel like I'm floating among the clouds, with the white tiles representing the fluffy cumulus below and the brown interiors providing a cozy contrast to the vast sky visible through the glass.
I have never seen anything like this before, I didn't even get a good look at the CEO's office yesterday because I was too scared about losing my job to care. I ran my fingers through the smooth chocolate brown desk, giggling to myself as I noticed how it felt like I just walked into a coffee shop, where the brown tones evoke the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, and the white represents the frothy milk on top. It felt cozy and comfortable compared to my tiny office before, Caramel will love this good news.
"I see you are getting comfortable already" The unmistakable familiar voice of my boss hits me, jolting me out of my high.
Did he follow me here?
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