MARRIED TO MY BOSS

CHAPTER THREE:

During lunchtime, Olivia remembered the vivid daydream she had. Sigh…

It really would be nice to have lunch with her boss. It'd be a fantasy come true for her.

As she sat in tiny office that was conjoined to Ethan's own with a little door in the middle, and munching the last of her toast she had brought for lunch, a knock we heard on her door.

"Come in, it's open"

A head popped in half way through the door and it's owner smiled warmly at Olivia who smiled back.

"Morning, Jessie" she said, greeting the blonde haired girl who was a secretary to an executive here.

"Hi Olivia. I just passed by to tell you that Mr Blackwood has finished from the meeting and asked you to keep a cup of hot coffee waiting."

"Oh, okay! Thanks, Jess."

The girl smiled again before leaving.

Olivia set to work, preparing Coffee just the way Ethan liked it. When she was done, she took it to his office and dropped it on table, arranging the table after she did.

"One month, Ethan. You have one month!"

Ethan had always known that his grandfather was a traditional man, but he never expected him to make such an outrageous demand. As he sat in the back room of his office, listening to his grandfather's voice on the other end of the phone, he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Seriously? But grandpa—"

"No buts! you need to get married in the next month. If you don't, the family company will go to your cousin, Derrick."

Ethan's brows furrowed in annoyance as he listened. Give the company to Derrick? Of all people his obnoxiously annoying and sly cousin??

"What are you talking about, Grandpa?" Ethan asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. "I can't just get married in a month. I don't even have a girlfriend."

"Well, you better start looking then," his grandfather replied sternly. "I don't want to see the family legacy fall into the hands of someone who doesn't care about it as much as we do."

"I care about this company, Grandfather." His voice became darker, "I've worked for it almost all my life—"

"Derrick cares about it too and he works for it as well." The old man said, "Look Ethan, I just don't want your life to be work, work, work and occasional s*x with i********: models."

Jack sighed and rubbed his temples. He knew that his grandfather was serious, but he didn't know how he was going to pull this off.

"It's such a short amount of time, how will I find a wife then?"

"I found your grandmother in a week and married her the next. Make it happen."

His grandfather said as he hung up the phone.

Ethan tossed the phone in his hand away in frustration and annoyance. he felt a sense of dread wash over him. How was he going to find someone to marry in just a month? And even if he did, how could he be sure that they were the right person for him?

He spent the most part of his life with what his grandfather had called, 'i********: models'. Actresses, models, musicians, celebrities…. vain women who were only there for the physical aspect and for money.

Not that he wanted to marry for love as he wasn't sure if that emotion existed, he at least wanted someone decent—

Who was he kidding. A wife in a month?? That was impossible!

"Fuck." He groaned, he didn't want Derrick to win this one. They had always been competing for years and Ethan always came out at the top. He couldn't back down now.

Whatever it took, he will find someone.

He stood up when the warm and pleasant smell of coffee hit his nose and he was relieved that Jessie had delivered his message to his secretary. Stepping out if the backroom, he looked on on a rather…amusing scene.

Olivia was standing with her back to him, arranging his desk and humming lightly, even dancing subtly. She turned just in time to see him.

"Oh, Mr Ethan." She smiled as she picked up his coffee and took it to him, "Your coffee"

"I think you missed your calling, Olivia." He said, sipping the coffee and enjoying it's taste.

"Oh," Olivia felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. "You think so? Well, I don't think I'm that good, Mr Ethan. I just hum and sing when I'm happy and I'd like to believe that I'm always happy and…"

She kept on talking. Shocking Ethan who had meant his first sentence sarcastically. Sigh…

This secretary of his was really something.

"Olivia, I didn't…" he sighed. "Thank you for the coffee, you can go now." He said tiredly. "When it's the end of your shift, just go home. No need to inform me."

Olivia nodded and left.

Till the end of the day's shift, Olivia didn't see Ethan. She guessed that he was probably busy but felt like something was up.

She couldn't walk back into his office because she didn't want to interrupt anything, especially if he WAS busy. So she took her bag, waved her colleagues goodbye and walked out of the building.

She decided to stop by the supermarket that was by the company to get a few things for herself. When she was on the confection isle, she heard something that made her very surprised.

A man was quarrelling with a woman at the other end and Olivia didn't want what happened in the morning to somehow repeat itself, so she got prepared to leave. That was when she heard the man say;

"I payed for your services as a wife. The least you can do is anything I ask! I give you money, woman!"

What?? Is that even possible? Paying someone to be your spouse?

Wow, people in LA are really something.

Olivia didn't even know that was a thing. Hmm.

She stepped out of the supermarket after paying for her things, thinking about what she had just heard. She was still in her thoughts when an old beggar approached her.

"Miss, please can you spare a few change? I haven't eaten anything for days now."

Olivia stopped and looked at the man with pity. It was times like this that she was really grateful that even if she wasn't rich, she was still privileged enough to eat well and have a place to rest her head and a steady income from work.

"Just a little change, Miss. please" the man continued to beg. Olivia thought for a second, she couldn't really tell if this man was being honest.

Who knows, he might look this way because he was a drug addict and giving him money, he might go purchase more and she wouldn't be helping in any way. You never can tell.

So, she reached into one of the bags she was holding and brought out a loaf of bread, cooked ramen cup and milk and handed them over to the man.

"Thank you, miss! Thank you!" He thanked her profusely.

Olivia smiled as she nodded at him.