"Muscled Woman"

Whack!! my punch landed on the handsome face in front of me, my body trembing, and the fist was still clutch. I met his gaze! His eyes are fixed on me, darkened with anger! "Who are you to hit me!" His voice is full and high. I feel that that was the longest minute in my life. I come back to my senses, "I...." " She' s one of our department supervisors, sir," the manager replied, not knowing where to put his hands in panic and confusion. "Miss Reyes apologized immediately," he then shouted to me. I pouted and crossed my arm instead. "Why will I? He's the one who will apologize. He pushes me to my limit. He barged into the company and humilate me!" I answered. "Nonsense! Don't you know that he is the one and only Mister Quista, our CEO!" The manager again exclaimed. "W...w..whatt!" I stammered, I turned my head on his direction in disbelief, I felt a sudden rush of blood on my cheeks because of another humilation and regret. I can't imagine why on billions of people in the world he is our CEO! Before I find a conclusion to my thoughts, he speaks full of authority. "Never mind, I don't like to waste my time on unimportant woman!" he said, turning his back without looking at me and signaling the manager to follow him. While they entered the CEO room, I was left there standing in shock and mixing with emotions, barely breathing. Then I sighed a sigh of relief. My teeth gritted as I recall the past few hours before the incident happened. It happened that morning we crossed paths with the said CEO, not knowing that he is the CEO, I just passed in front of him, not noticing him because I am busy checking some schedule on my phone. Suddenly, he grabbed my arm toward him and pinned me on the wall nearby without any words. In shock, I punch him hard on his face. The scene was clearly seen by some employees and our manager that happened to go out also. I sighed again as I picked up my phone that I dropped because of the incident. "He's still a jerk!" I said to myself as some of the memories flash my mind. I go to the bathroom and wash my face thinking that those memories will go away and go to my office absent-minded. " Past is past," I calmly reminded myself. Meanwhile, at the CEO's office, Harold can't contain his anger anymore, he grab one of the vases and smashes it hard on the floor. " How dare she doesn't recognize me!" he exclaimed to himself in disbelief. He turned on the direction of manager that is trembling in fear, standing near the door, thinking if he would run away or stay, maybe thinking that one wrong word would put his life in danger. "Assigned Miss Reyes as my personal secretary now!" he said firmly. "Y..Yess Mister Quista," the manager stuttered as he said goodbye and went out as fast as lightning. He sat on his chair, closed his eyes, and massaged his forehead. "I will make you pay dearly," he muttered to himself. Minutes later, I knock on the CEO's door to confront him on the immediate shifting of position from supervisor to his personal secretary. I saw him seated on the CEO chair, more like a throne looking serious and powerful. I let a sigh before I go near him. When I attempted to sit on a chair in front of him, he demanded: " Have I told you to sit? Stay standing in front of me, and introduce yourself and what are your qualifications to be my secretary?" he exclaimed. " Excuse me, Sir, am I the one who is in need of answers? Why the sudden decision to be your secretary?" I firmly ask His eyes darkened, and in just a blink of an eye, he pulled me again near him, our face almost an inch, and I could smell his breath, more masculine than before. My mind is again clouded with thoughts. "Then who are you to question my decisions? Accept the offer or resign!" he snapped that make me go back to reality. Given my situation with a lot of loan sharks that I entered, I can't give up this high paying job. I was forced to get out in his arms, and did I see sadness in his eyes when we were already apart? Oh, I'm just hallucinating. I composed myself and started to talk in a calm voice. " Ok, Sir, since you insist, I am very much willing to accept your offer, and I am looking forward to a salary increase because of more responsibilities!" I boldly said, forcing a smile. He stares me for a second and shakes his head, not knowing what he's thinking. "Ok, deal, you can start now," he said as he got up on his chair and prepared to leave. " Start your work by cleaning my office." He said as he headed to the door. His scent catches my nose, and there is a feeling of famiriaty and calmness. He shut the door, and I stand there again, reminiscing some memories that are hard to forget. "Goodbye, my life," Those are the words that make me feel secure every time we part our ways six years ago. Yes, it's been six years, but the past is still fresh in my mind. He used to adore me and cherish me with loving words. Not a day with his sweet smiles and chocolates or flowers that he picked on the roadway. He is two years older than me and we studied in the same high school. He is a volleyball varsity player, rich, handsome, popular, talented, and intelligent. While I'm his opposite, shy, introvert and has a muscular body for a woman because I came to poor family and at an early age I was forced to do hardwork in fields helping my parents, carrying heavy crops and materials that make my arms and legs fit but bulky. Some schoolmates bully me calling me a macho girl that makes me self-conscious. Until one day, our path met when he accidentally hit me with a volleyball while they were playing, since that day he always smiled andwavedes his hand when he saw me. That is the start of our friendship. He always told me that would he prefers a girl like me, not choosy, simple, and hardworking. Sometimes, helpselps me in the fields, and he is happy, and I can see contentment in his eyes. Until we reach senior high school, we become good friends. There is no courting that happened. We just woke up one day calling each other "my life." For us, it's a mutual understanding, and we are happy way back then. It lasts for almost three years, and I can say that those are the most beautiful years that happen to me, I don't know if the same to him Tears started to fall from my eyes because of the thought. I started to pick up the mess and arrange the books on the shelf to make myself occupied and finish it before he came back. I don't know what I feel in our meeting, sadness because we looked like strangers and happiness. I can see his face again.. every day. A sudden opening of the door made me come back to my senses. "Aren't you done?" he asks. Make it faster and finish all of these reports. " He threw a lot of folders in front of me. "What are you trying to do? Do I look like a robot to you." My voice nearly choked. "With that muscles, you can finish it for a short period of time." He mockingly said. I feel a sharp pain in my chest for his words. I tried to compose myself and pick up the folders. "Did you already change?" I asked myself while I turned back to him. It hurts how a person so careful before about your feelings is now turned into a cold stranger.