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POV : Ryan Stipston
The door to my rolls Royce was opened by one of my henchmen, I stepped out and walked majestically into my company, the STIPSTON TOWER. The guard by the glass bifold door flung the door open for me and Bowed his head which made me smile. This was a new week and the beginning of a new season which happened to be summer, the thought of going to the beach and having a good time crept into my mind but all a sudden vanished when I got hit by someone who didn't seem to know her place.
"are you blind that you didn't see me coming fuckface" I exhaled angrily
"I'm so sorry sir" she said with her face down as she stepped back slowly, I walked towards her and pulled her head up and was surprised at what I saw, her eyes were sparkling blue just like the wild flowers I had seen that morning, her strawberry blonde hair lay lazily around her back though it was long but wasn't curly, her lips were well shaped but were orange red coloured. I shifted my gaze to her clothing and found out she was on a cream off the shoulder long sleeve top and a knee length floral pattern skirt which shaped her curves pretty well
"and who are you?" I asked trying to make my voice less suspicious.
"she's you new personal assistant sir" a voice echoed from behind me and I turned only to find Jeff James my administrative director standing by a flower vase.
"my personal assistant?" I repeated and turned back to the lady who was already ten feet away from me
"you mean this clumsy looking peacock is my personal assistant?" I said as I turned to face him.
"am so sorry sir, but when we conducted the interview she seemed pretty good for the job" Jeff said as he raked his hand through his hair.
"and what's you f*****g name fuckface" I asked with a look of disgust
"kiera Smith sir" she said with a babyish look on her face
"I need Elina fings file on my table" I said
"yes sir" she said and hurried towards her office
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POV : Kiera Smith
I had walked into the Stipston Tower that morning feeling quite uncomfortable, and to start with, the first problem I kept bending my leg while trying to walk on the chunky black cross strapped high heel I just bought from a fashion store, being used to my fur lined slippers, I had regretted never trying high heels on. As I walked elumsily into my office, I overheard the janitor informing her colleague that the boss had just arrived and I felt this was my final opportunity to meet the world richest man or should I say guy (Ryan Stipston). I pulled open the glass pivot door and walked towards the reception office but there was no sign of him there, I turned back and was about to head to my office when all of a sudden l heard people saying
"good morning sir"
I turned back to get a glimpse of him but before I could say J-A-C-K-P-O-T, my heels controled my leg and I fell right on his chest
"oh my God" I thought aloud as I couldn't even look at his face.
"I you blind, you didn't see me coming fuckface" he exhaled angrily and I felt I
"am so sorry sir" were the word my mouth could say at the moment as I stepped back slowly to avoid being slapped as I imagined. I was expecting the world "you are fired" when all of a sudden a cold hand lifted my face up and I saw him
"ohhh my God, he is so cute" I thought to myself wishing gummy bear was here to see this. He has a creamy shade, long and silky hair, his piercing eyes were greyish in colour, his soft looking lips were rosy pink......he had a tattoo on his neck and his two hand and were an expensive navy blue brioni suit I was about to take a last look at his dearing lip when all of a sudden he asked in a harsh tone
"who are you?" I opened my mouth to introduce myself but was interrupted immediately by the administrative director Jeff James. When Ryan faced back I thought this was the right time to excape from any danger coming so I stepped back a little more when I noticed he was still talking to Jeff, I was four feet away from my office when all of a sudden he turned back and gave me that look of what - the - heck - is - going - on - with - you - fuckface. I tried smiling but felt embarrassed
"my personal assistant?" I heard him say in a mocking tone
"you mean this clumsy looking peacock is my personal assistant?" he said as he turned to face Jeff and I felt sad inside, then he turned back to me immediately
"and what's your f*****g name fuckface ?" he asked with a look of disgust
"Kiera Smith sir" I said immediately avoiding his gaze
"I need Elina fings file on my table right now" he ordered with a stressed on the RIGHT NOW
"yes sir" I said and hurried toward my office happy I wasn't fired.
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POV : Ryan Stipston
I pulled out a file from the silver file cabinet and scrolled through it when a knock came through my door
"come in" I said still focusing on the file when the so called personal assistant walked in
"here is the file you asked for sir" she said adding the sir with hesitation
"and what took you so long?" I asked as I headed to my chair
"uhhm... I couldn't find the file at first, so I couldn't find the file at first, so I had to look for it and found it with the secratary" she said trying to make her voice sound on an official manner. I took the file from her and scanned through it
"okay, you can talk it back" I said and handed the file to her
"place a call to winnie Jones and tell her I need her in my office right now" I said as I headed towards my laptop
" OK sir" she said politely and turn to leave when I added
"and do remember to place a cup of coffee on my table every morning without me reminding you to do so"
Yes sir" she said and walked out immediately.
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