CEO Secret Romance

Chapter 4

The taxi breezed through a number of other bends but immediately it got past the Company’s estate entrance, the roads we started to play became much more smoother, the atmosphere serene and graceful, we continued until will saw the golden signpost that read;

“Alexander Stone International; Head Office Turn Left.”

When we finally arrived, I walked into the tall monstrous glass house, my head held high trying to keep calm and not expose the bubbling excited feeling causing a commotion inside of me. The doors were automated, they opened on their own accord, even the floors were made of shiny glass.

“Miss Isabella?” Someone with a familiar sounding voice mouthed my name. I turned around but I saw a bald headed man in the corporate office who I could hardly recognize signal at me, with his finger.

“Me?.” I asked

“Yes you…or are you missing Isabella?... The Secretary appointee?” The man asked with an air of authority.

“Yes please…I mean sorry. I didn’t really know the face.”.

“It's fine, I’m Mr. Davies.” He said, extending his hand for a handshake.

“A pleasure to meet you sir.” I said taking his hand.

“My pleasure.” He replied putting his hand back in his pocket.

“I’m actually the head of the IT department and also double up as the HR supervisor…

“I was the one who called you.”

“Oh… oh, I suspected as much.” I said smiling.

“Yes.” He said dryly "you will come with me now and after the necessary bureaucracies with me, you may then go ahead to meet the CEO who you will serve directly as his secretary.” He paused for a moment, looking doubtful and the next thing he asked was;

“Are you sure you are ready for this?”

“Ready?Yes of course sir.” I said, trying to sound confident.

He nodded and said

“okay.” But still looked doubtful

Then he added;

“Working with the CEO requires a lot, I mean a lot .” Then after a pause he asked again;

“I hope you understand this?”

“Sure.” I wondered why he was sounding this way. Alexander Stone was rumored to be the CEO of his fathers corporation. A lot of things were said about him but I’ve never seen him. All I knew about the name revolved around the family’s popularity without singling out the personality of the individual that was Alexander Stone himself.

“ I haven’t really done much research on him.” I thought.

And for a moment I began to wonder if that was wise, shouldn’t I have checked to know more about him?; His likes, dislikes temperament anyway I believe if there are any surprises it wouldn’t be too much to survive.

“Isabella.”

Mr. Davies’s voice nudged me back to the present.

“Oh. y..yes sir.” I stammered in response.

“Follow me.” He ordered, “Some staff are gathered at the conference room and will be meeting you now.”

“Ok sir.”

We walked steadily together as we approached a large hall with the roof studded with many twinkling bright lights.

A long sleek glass table stretched from one end of the hall almost to the end surrounded by seated men and women in corporate attire. They all stood up to clap immediately Mr. Davies and I walked into the hall.

“You may please have your seat, ladies and gentlemen.” He motioned.

“Beside me over here is the newly employed personal Secretary to the CEO. Her name is Miss Isabella Brooks.” The statement was greeted with an applause which took a little too long to subside before he began to speak again.

“So like I was saying she will be serving as Our boss’s Secretary, so as it is the custom here I would like us to show the courtesy of welcoming her with a handshake or two.” He gestured at me to move forwards as I went round the table exchanging handshakes with older colleagues of mine.

When we were done he gave a short injunction on the need for dedication and steadfastness in the workplace using the Stone’s family line as an example. Then he dropped a series of documents on the table with bold demarcated spaces on them where I was supposed to sign. When I was done he turned to me and said “The moment we have been waiting for is here.” Taking a deep breath and for the first time, I noticed that he too had become nervous.

“Follow me. I will be introducing you now to the CEO.”

We exited the conference room and passed through a door which opened by itself leading into somewhere that looked like the CCTV control room and immediately we got to the main hallway to take the elevator to the uppermost floor. We met a tall woman in a brown knee length gown with wavy hair.

“Miss Amanda?” Mr. Davies called, walking up to her.

“Davies.” She replied informally.

Her eyes moved slowly from him to me.

“Who is she?” she asked almost too suspiciously.

“Oh her?.” Mr. Davies laughed, turning to me again as though he were just noticing I was by his side all along. He even sounded more animated than he had been when I first came in a few hours ago.

“She’s my CEO’s freshly employed secretary.”

“I was even taking her to him when I saw you.”

“Really?” she said, edging closer to me, her eyes reading the details from the crown of my head to the sole of my feet.

Then she smiled and said

“She’s beautiful, I hope Alex doesn’t stress the living daylights out of her.” She smiled again and walked off, already some steps away before she added.

“He’s not in, wait for him, I guess he went to make trouble on the second floor and will be back soon.”

Mr. Davies laughed nervously, turning to me and said.

“Miss Isabella take a deep breath.” I did but from what I was seeing he needed the deep breath more than me.

Mr. Davies fidgeted as he fingered in the floor number of the CEO ‘s office then the hoist-way twin doors of the elevator slid open and we got in, and when I arrived at the uppermost floor it slid open again and we dispersed.

When we got to the CEO’s office door he turned to me and asked.

“Should we wait?”

“I don’t know sir, should we?” I asked back his nervousness was now making me nervous.

The entirety of the top floor was dedicated to the CEO’S office; only a very few of the staff seemed to have access to the place as it was completely cut off from the rest of the building. So when we started to hear the calm measured footsteps coming from the opposite end of the hall. We immediately knew it was the CEO, I could not help taking a deep breath, and before I was done Mr. Davies had already taken three deep breaths.

“I see I have August visitors.” The CEO voice came from behind with a sharp hunting familiar precision.

Mr. Davies who was facing him directly immediately started to chatter;

“Sir I brought your secretary, she has already been grounded and given all the necessary orientation inclu…..”

“My secretary.?” This CEO blurted , cutting him off sounding surprised.

“Turn around” The CEO bellowed to me

Slowly I started to turn, something in my gut was churning and my headache stubbornly, because the more the CEO spoke the more resentfully familiar his voice sounded.

When I was done. The sight before me almost made me slump with shock as I closed and opened my eyes doubtfully. Because right before me was the face of my new boss, the face of that same man at the coffee shop. The same man that had called me blind, while I called him worse. We stared at each other and I could immediately see the disbelieving, yet raging disgust in his eyes.

You? He snarled at me? Gazing angrily.

Mr Davies took a step back and glanced at me again before he turned ba

ck to ask;

“Sir, have you met Miss Isabella before?”

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