My Billionaire Boss And I

LUCAS Being late on your first day to work should be high on the list of “Embarrassing things that are deadlier than death”. Despite setting multiple alarms and nearly falling to my demise in the haste to get to the company before the time I was supposed to clock in, I was still ten minutes later than I needed to be. While waiting for the elevator that'd take me up to my supervisor before I go to my assigned post, I prayed to every single god there can be that my lateness goes unnoticed. Immediately the elevator doors opened, I stepped inside. Someone was inside already and by the looks of him, he either was a super rich employee or a poor one who likes to wear expensive clothing. I recognize clothes and this particular brand costs more than my annual salary. Since his face was obscured and his body language didn't read as him wanting to converse, I continued muttering my prayers to every god I could think of. “Is there any reason why you're disturbing the peace and quiet in this elevator this early or you're just another brat who can't keep their mouth shut and their thoughts to themselves?” It took me a while to figure out that the person actually spoke to me. I looked around like there was more people in the elevator than he and I before deciding to ignore him. It wouldn't do me any good to have the management find out that I had fought with another employee on top of being late. “It's quite rude to ignore when someone asks you a question, you know?” I could detect a bit of amusement in his tone now. I still don't think I would give him the satisfaction of getting a word out of me when all I want to do is make sure I get to the office as soon as possible. I sensed him leaning to my front as he observed something I didn't know. I could see him from the corner of my eye but didn't turn to look at him. I've come to find out that people like this are best dealt with with ignoring. He clicked his tongue and leaned back to his former position. As soon as the elevator slid to a stop, I stepped out but no before turning back to give the other guy a very annoyed glare. I sucked in a quick breath because he was not what I expected. I hadn't seen his face the first time I entered because it was obscured but in the brief moment before the doors closed, I could see that he was really really handsome. I could only make out his entire features and what I've seen sent a thrill of attraction down my spine before I shook it off. It's best not to feel anything for a stranger who works in the same building as you. Especially not for one who is an asshole. I turned quickly to find the office of the person I was supposed to be meeting, armed with my excuse for my coming late. As I walked in, I vaguely recognized the person who has contracted me for the job and strode towards him. He looked up as he heard me approach and he stood up to shake my hand with a little smile on his face. “I'm sorry I'm late. I–” I started to explain, all excuses fleeing from my mind as I scrambled for one reason as to why I was late other than the fact that my internal alarm was s**t. “Oh, it's fine. It happens to everyone. Just make sure it's not a regular occurrence. We wouldn't like for our receptionist not to be seated when guests arrive” The man walked around his table and gestured for me to follow him. He took long strides so I had to walk faster to catch up with his obviously longer legs. He explained my job description as well as the uniform preference including information I might find important and some other things. I made notes on my phone so I do not forget any of it and finally, we got to a changing room where I was assigned my locker. Inside, there was my pressed uniform with my name tag on it. I was told to put it on and report to the front desk in ten minutes. I quickly thanked the man whose name I had forgotten already. I am quite bad with names but good with faces. I made a promise to myself to ask him for his name the next time I see him without being rude. As I dressed up, I went over the details of my job. While it's not something I would want to do forever, it is quite satisfactory. Since the company I work for has several other companies under it, this is one of the divisions. It is an hotel that has an exclusive guest list. Securing the job had almost been like a dream but with my degree and my people skills even though I was bad at names, they deemed me fit enough to work with them, in the reception, where I don't need to learn names. All I have to do is clock people in and out of their rooms while being polite, yet looking friendly, about it. My job description also included taking calls from rooms when directed to the phone line where I am stationed. While all these might sound hectic, I look forward to it. I love interacting with people and hopefully I'd make a good connection with someone rich enough to get me a new job somewhere even fancier. I don't want to be a receptionist forever. The first hour of my work shift included me being shown the ropes and taking on a few entries myself. After several hours, I had gotten the hang of assigning rooms, calling for bellboys, answering questions (even the rude ones) and taking calls. I was soon getting tired and was grateful when I was informed that I could take a break. I've been standing all morning since I've been ridiculously busy and could use the rest. For an hotel with an exclusive guest list, the list was sure long, although I could count at least three celebrities I've come in contact with today. The break ended faster than I thought and I was soon back to the reception. Since I had a break and knew what to prepare for, it was a little bit easier. I only work day shifts so my shift ended around 5pm. As I headed into the locker room with the other day shifters, I got sucked into their conversation without meaning to. “I heard he came here today” I heard someone say. I wonder whom they might be speaking about with such awe in their voices. They seem like kids the night before a much awaited school trip. “I wonder why. He rarely visits here. At least he hasn't this year” Another person spoke, a voice I could recognize this time. She was the one beside me today. I finished changing my shirt and slipped out without interrupting them. I didn't know who they were talking about so the gist isn't as fun for me. As I headed to the door, I heard my name being called. I saw a bellboy walking very quickly towards me and I stopped to save him the stress of losing the rest of his breath to get to me. “Mr Davis asks that you meet with him before you leave for the day. He had apparently sent you an email but he told me to look out for you in case you didn't check your mail before leaving” He said as soon as he got his breath back. Oh, my battery was low so I was trying to preserve it so it doesn't die on me. Also, I don't like checking my mail unless I'm home and available to reply to the ones that needs a response, which in truth, is usually few but that ensures that I do not forget to reply the important ones. “I'm sorry to have had to stress you. I'll head over to his office now. Thank you” It clicked on my head that Mr Davis was the man I had gone to see in the morning and I felt quite proud of myself for remembering that detail. It would be really embarrassing if I had to ask the bellboy who Mr Davis was or worse, mistaking him for someone else. As I made my way to the office, a lot of thoughts ran in my head. Why had he asked to see me? Has he seen me at work and decided I wasn't good enough to work here? Am I getting sacked on my first day of work? Was it because I was late? I felt my chest growing tighter and the beginnings of a panic attack and I tried to dispel it. It wouldn't bode well in my favor if I was a slobbering mess when I get to him or if I didn't even make it to him because I had an attack on the way there. Focusing on my breathing, I knocked on his door and opened it after I heard him reply that I might come in. “You asked to see me, Sir?” My question had him looking up from a document that seemed to be quite similar to the one he was perusing this morning. “Ha. Yes, I did. Have a seat, please” He pointed to the seat in front of him. His friendly demeanor should have put me at ease but I’ve heard employers are usually very friendly when they are about to terminate your job. Must be part of their training. I waited in silence for a beat or two while he finished up on what he was doing before I came in. “Mr Maurice, I have some news for you” Here it comes. I'm definitely getting sacked. No good news ever comes from that tone of voice. I wasn't paying attention to most of what he was saying, expecting the words, “have to let you go” or “terminate your contract with us”. “... evaluated your performance and deemed that you should come to work for him personally” I halted my thoughts as I hadn't heard what he said in the beginning of that statement. “I'm sorry. Can you repeat what you just said again. I wasn't really following” That must have been a wrong thing to say to your employer, admitting you weren't listening to him, but I had to get what he said again. “Our boss has evaluated your performance and requested that we move you up from your current role as receptionist to his secretary. This could be quite demanding as it's description is different from what you were employed for” He said as if asking me if I was capable of handling the new responsibility. “I have just a question though. How high above is this boss?” If he's asking me to be his secretary, he has to at least be high enough for me to be able to benefit from his connection. “The peak. He's the CEO” .