Chapter 4 | What Did I Do?
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Once I was inside my office, I sat at my desk picked up the office phone to make the call. I began to type in the number as I wait for an answer, after the third ring someone picks up.
"Hello." a high pitch voice answered.
"Hello, this is Miss. Swan from the Storybrooke Incorporated building, I've been told to give you a message from Mr. Killian Jones."
"Omg! Killy gave me a message! Finally, I've been trying to contact him to see if he's visiting me since he's here in New York." her annoying voice boomed against the phone, "What's the message?" she asked causing me to cringe.
"I was told to tell you that he wants you to meet him at the Jolly Roger at 7:30 and wear something nice."
Suddenly she squeals from the other end of the phone, making my ears ring, "Okay, thanks so much!" she squeals again but instantly the phone goes dead. I hang up also and lean back into my chair, I dislike those types of girls.
Since I was not needed, I went into my mini fridge and grabbed my leftover Alfredo and quickly warmed it up in my microwave.
My office isn't as big as my boss, but it has a small desk, a file cabinet, microwave, mini-fridge and a window from the top to look down upon all the people. I have the second best view here in this building. Since I'm the boss-assistant I'm accessed to many things, more things than any employee here.
As the microwave finished I grabbed my food and plopped down on the rolling desk chair and logged in into my laptop. I began to watch Grey's Anatomy, I heard it's good, and since I have free time I'll just watch it.
I took a bite of my food and continue to watch. Two and a half episodes and a whole bowl of pasta later, Mr. Jones barges into my office door, "Miss Swan what are you doing sitting." he growls at me, "Why aren't you doing any work?"
I pause my show and sigh, "You told me to call your date at four and I did, you didn't give me any more work to do." I cross my arms on my chest, leaning back in my chair.
He breathes in and out in anger then calms down, I knew I was right and he did also. "Well, I'm going to give you work that will last all night, no leaving the office until it's done." He grabs out a flash drive from his pockets and throws it to me as I catch it, "This file as 30+ documents, I want you to retype every single damn word!"
I stand up out of my chair in anger.
I usually leave around 9:30 pm, typing these would take all night! I didn't want to redo work that's been already done!
"You can't-do that!" I exclaim.
He grins, "Yes I can because I am your boss, and you're my assistant." he steps a step closer to me. My breath hitched at our closeness, but I quickly ignored it.
I fling my arms in frustration, "What did you ever do to you? What did I ever do wrong!"
"Learn how to be quiet next time, that little thing you did there this morning, I do not approve, no one is allowed to talk to me like that, and no one ever does."
He can not talk to me like that, like I'm some rag doll, he's being over dramatic at this point!
"Just because you're some famous billionaire, doesn't mean you get to treat people like that! Everyone is equal!"
He stares at me, me staring back, he gently reaches for my cheekbone, holding me still as his eyes soften, "Don't cry." he whispers, as he wipes away a tear that rolled down my face. A tear was representing from my past.
Everyone has a past, some worse than others, or some better. Mine was not so good, having my mom and dad pass away then falling in love with the wrong guy, everything broke my heart into pieces, pieces that would never fit together again. No one can fix my broken heart, I'm just a broken little girl.
I removed his hands harshly from my face, "Don't touch me!" I wipe another tear, "If you want me to do the stupid work, I will, not a big deal anyways." I sat back down in my chair, rubbing my hair in frustration.
I stuck the flash drive into my computer and started to type away, Mr. Jones just stood still with a sad and hurt look written on his face. I stop typing, looking straight up at him, "You can leave my office now, I have work to do and you have a date to get to." I sneered then continue to type again.
Mr. Jones awkwardly clears his throat and straightens up his suit, "Yes, yes I do."
At that he turns around and leaves out the door, shutting it.
This is going to be a long night.
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