after math

CHAPTER 9

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as I stepped out. So, he actually noticed what I'd been wearing this whole time, but then, who wouldn't? And where the f**k was this guy's office?

I changed into my normal clothes and went in search of his office.

After about 5 minutes, I found it. It' wasn't so hard to find tho. I knocked on the door and opened it slowly.

He was standing by the window, making a phone call. "Cambia il design degli interni dell'intera stanza".[Change the interior design of the entire room]. He paused to let the person on the other end of the line talk and then spoke again "Rendilo più femminile".[Make it more feminine] I just stood there looking at his back. The way his muscles rippled beneath his jacket made him look soooo hot. "Sì, tutto. Hai 24 ore". [Yes, everything. You have 24 hours.] He spoke again snapping me out of my thoughts. I stopped listening to him cos I couldn't even understand what he was saying and went on admiring his office instead.

His office was literally a sanctuary of refined masculinity, enveloped in a warm, inviting atmosphere. The walls were adorned with rich, dark wood paneling, accented by crisp, white molding. The floor was made of polished, dark hardwood, covered by a plush, navy-blue area rug with subtle, gold threading.

A majestic, wooden desk sat at the room's center, its surface crafted from a single piece of rich, dark mahogany. The desk's chair was a luxurious, black leather affair, with a high back, sturdy arms, and subtle, silver accents.

The room's lighting was warm and sophisticated, with a combination of table lamps, floor lamps, and overhead lighting. The lamps were crafted from rich, dark bronze, with subtle, gold accents and soft, cream-colored shades.

One wall was dedicated to a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, its wooden shelves laden with leather-bound volumes, decorative objects, and a few, carefully chosen pieces of artwork. The bookshelf wass crafted from rich, dark wood, with subtle, gold accents and ornate, metalwork details. I looked around in awe as my eyes trailed to the comfortable, black leather sofa sitting against one wall, accompanied by a low, wooden coffee table. The sofa was adorned with a few, carefully chosen throw pillows, adding a touch of color and texture to the room. It looked soooo comfy.

Throughout the office, there were carefully chosen decorative accents: a vintage, wooden globe, a few, framed pieces of artwork, and a decorative, silver vase. These accents added a sense of personality and visual interest to the room, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere.

I noticed he was done with his call and was giving me a pointed look. I immediately pretended like his office wasn't that fascinating to me.

He sat on the black leather chair behind his desk and motioned for me to take a seat on the sofa. Great! It's time to get fired. I rolled my eyes sardonically. I think he noticed cos he immediately dropped the bomb. "You are going to work for me ". Okay, not what I expected to hear but I was very surprised. "W-what?" I stuttered. "Be my personal assistant". He replied placing a silver suitcase on his desk. "Come o'er here". He instructed and I immediately did. "Open it". He said coldly but I couldn't resist the urge. I flinched with a gasp once I opened it. It was filled with dollars. I'm pretty sure it wasn't less than a hundred thousand. "That's what you would receive every month from me. Cash. " He said. Okay, this wasn't the kinda news I was expecting but like I said, great. I was soooo in. Well, until he said, "You'd have to sign a contract". I was more than ready to. Well, until I went through it. I'd have to do whatever he tells me to do without hesitation, I'd have to work my ass off. And the one that completely baffled me, I'd have to live in his house and work from there. "I can't do it". I muttered. "Well then you can leave and go back to your broke ass life and I assure you won't find a better job with a higher pay". He replied stopping me in my tracks. I sighed. He did have a point. "Fine. I'll do it. "