Chapter 3: Welcome to Hell.
1226 Words
Alina’s POV
My alarm buzzed.
It’s 8:00AM.
“ Crap, I'm late!”I stood up and ran to the bathroom.
It’s my first day at ICONIQ and I’m late.
I felt tense all through yesterday but I’m ready to chest up and do this.
It was raining today.
This has to happen when I’m late.
I took my bag and took a quick look at the mirror.
“ Welcome to Hell Alina”
I muttered to myself.
I took a cab to the company.
30 minutes later…
I got out of the elevator, umbrella in my hand.
“ Hi, is Damien in the office?”
I asked the floor receptionist.
“ You mean Mr Knight?”
“ s**t!. Of course I can’t call him Damien in the company”
I thought to myself.
“ Yes Mr Knight.
”
I let out a fake laugh.
“ Yes he is.
”
She said quietly.
I thanked her and walked straight to the office.
I took a deep breath then knocked.
“ Come in.
”
His voice was cold. It made me uneasy.“ Mr Knight, I'm sorry I’m late.
”
I respectfully bowed.
He laughed.
“ Now you’re calling me Mr Knight?.
”
He crossed his arms over his chest.
“ It will never repeat itself again sir.
”
He smirked.
“ I trust it won’t. Now to the business of the day.
”
He signaled for me to come closer.
The sharp click of my heels echoed through the office.
“ The Annual Élan Fashion Gala is approaching and there’s a great deal to be done.
”
His expression remained serious.
I felt a rush of excitement.
It’s one of the biggest Fashion events mainly sponsored by ICONIQ.
This could be my chance to show Damien what I can really do.
“ You seem happy.
”
He said calmly.
“ Yes I am sir. It’s my first fashion event.
”
I was beyond happy.
“ Well your desk is over there.
”
He pointed to the far end of the office.
I saw a long desk with a computer and other necessities and a comfy chair.
That was my desk, my very own desk!
I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face.“Here.
” He handed me a file.
“What is this?.
”
“ It's the list of people that need to be invited. Companies, individuals and investors.
”
I opened the file.
My eyes bulged, there were over 300 names listed on this file.
“ Okay… how does this concern me particularly?”
I questioned.
He smirked. I hate how I don’t hate him doing that.
“ That's your job as my assistant. You’re to call each name there, speak to them personally
and invite them for the Gala.
”
My jaw almost dropped.
I am to call 300 people??
“ Is this going to be my life now? Calling clients?”
“ I don’t understand what you were expecting this job to be.
” His tone was soft.
He was doing this intentionally.
“ So I will never get to show my real talents or design?”
I said out of Frustration.
“ Alina Hayes.
”
His eyes weren’t looking kind anymore.
“ You agreed to be an assistant, what were you expecting? That you become a fashion
designer?.
”
He stood up and came close to me.
Fear crept in.
“ Everyone you see in this company worked their butts off to get to where they are right now.
This is your first day and you’re whining like a puppy already.
”He leaned towards me. I could hear my heart pounding like it was literally about to burst off
my chest.
“ It seems you aren’t ready for this job.
”
He whispered into my ears.
“ No no Damien I am ready. I’m sorry.
”
I bowed my head immediately.
“ Look at you now Alina, your shoulders have fallen. Last I remember you were mocking
”
me.
He walked back to his seat.
I shuddered in fear.
He was right. My shoulders have really fallen.
I raised my head, took the file and went to my desk.
I hate this. I hate how I feel weak.
And most especially, I hate this Damien.
The Damien that has no regard for my dreams.
A few hours later…
“ Thank you Mr Davenport, we look forward to seeing you there.
”
The call ended.
That was the 150th name.
I’m done for the day.
I stretched my hands and yawned.
Time for a coffee break.
“ Wait. As an assistant, should I also ask my boss if he wants one?.
”
I thought to myself.
God this work is frustrating.I walked over to Damien’s table.
He was wearing glasses and working on things.
He looked cute with the glasses.
Wait. Did I just say Damien is cute??
“Alina get an hold of yourself.
”
I thought to myself.
“ Freckles if you need something, speak.
”
He said still working.
“ I’m going to grab coffee and was wondering if you needed anything…sir.
”
He looked at me, grinning.
“ Look at you freckles being the good assistant.
”
“ Maybe I shouldn’t have asked.
”
I muttered.
“ I will have an iced Americano.
”
“ Alright, no problem, I will be right back.
”
I turned and left the office.
At the coffee shop, I saw a lady about my age looking at me with a smile on her face.
Okay, that’s weird.
I made my orders and sat down in the lobby.
“ Hi! You must be the new CEO assistant.
”
It’s the lady I saw earlier. She extended her hand.
“ Guess word travels fast around here.
”
I shaked her hand.
“Oh word does. I’m Genevieve by the way,“Alina.” I replied.
“ It's so unusual. Mr Knight has never had an assistant ever.
”
I was stunned.
“ Wait he hasn’t?”
“Nope, not that I know of.
”
The barista called my name for my coffee.
“ It’s nice meeting you Genevieve. You work in what department?.
”
“ Marketing department.
”
“ Right, I will see you around.
”
“Sure.
” she said.
“And Alina?”
“Yeah?”
“Welcome to ICONIQ.
”
I smiled.
“Thanks Genevieve.
”
I waved to her then collected the coffee.
The conversation kept replaying in my mind.
He has never had an assistant?
He definitely did this to punish me.
I sighed and stepped onto the elevator.
I have spent over 20 minutes, I need to hurry.
I got to the last floor and started hurrying, I literally cannot afford to offend him.
And then it happened.
My heels catch. I slipped. The coffee tilted.
Two hands suddenly caught me by the waist.They were firm and huge but weren't Damien’s.
I turned my head to see a blonde haired guy with glasses.
Thank God I managed to save the drinks.
“ Are you okay?”
His voice was timid but firm.
He pulled me up, his hands still on my waist.
I don’t know why I couldn’t find the right words.
He was cute.
“ What the hell is going on here?.
”
The voice was deep and harsh.
I turned to see him.
Damien.
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