Chapter 7
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DAISY’S POV
By the time the clock eventually struck six, I was ready to sue somebody for emotional damage. It's no other person than Darrell Blackwood.
The Henderson file sat right in front of me, neat and organised. This file had actually taken eight hours of my life, eight whole hours. I still couldn't believe it, but it's actually true.
I wonder what this demon of a CEO would say. And like that, I started doubting my work all over again. What if he rejects it? What if he fires me? No!
I gathered the papers together, rearranged my table, and lifted the Henderson file before this doubting spirit changed my mind.
I walked towards Darrell’s office door and knocked twice.
“Come in,” His voice came from inside. Calm and controlled as always.
I took a deep breath before stepping inside. The room still looked the same as it had this morning, spotless and expensive. Even the air in here felt richer than the outside. Darrell sat behind his desk, reading through another document. This man was either addicted to work or powered by coffee or something. He never rested.
I placed the Henderson file in front of him. “It's done, sir,” I said calmly.
He kept me standing for a minute, leaving me wondering if I was invisible, or maybe he enjoyed treating me that way. I folded my arms and waited.
He pulled the file closer to himself without looking up. Not even a glance.
He kept scanning through the file in silence. If he was going to criticize my work, he should at least do it while looking at me. The silence stretched. One minute, by the third minute, I was getting impatient.
Finally, he closed the file and tapped his fingers once against the cover. He looked up and I straightened my shoulder.
“Acceptable.”
I stared at him in disbelief. That was all? I spent my entire day fighting for my life against those documents and all he could say was acceptable. Unbelievable.
“Acceptable? I repeated.
He lifted one dark eyebrow, “Or would you prefer unacceptable?”
The answer sat on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't let it out. Several answers actually but none of them would help me keep my job.
I forced a smile so tight that my jaw hurt. “No sir.”
“Good.”
My eyes twitched. I did not need to wait another minute. I quickly turned around and walked out before my mouth put me in trouble.
The moment I reached my desk, Emily looked up from her computer. One look at my face and she burst out laughing. I ignored her and dropped into my chair.
“Spill it, baby,”
I looked at her face and frowned, “he said acceptable.”
Emily pressed a hand over her mouth, trying and failing to hide another laugh. “Oh my God, that's actually good.”
I slowly turned toward her, “Explain.”
“Daisy, he didn't insult your intelligence, he didn't yell. He only said acceptable, you have luck on your side baby girl.”
Emily leaned back in her chair, “Last month, he made a senior manager cry.”
“Whatt!”
“Yes,” she nodded solemnly. “In a meeting.”
A laugh escaped me. Not because it was funny but because it was terrifying.
Across the office, Darrell’s door opened.
Half of the department immediately straightened. Emily grabbed her keyboard. Three people suddenly became extremely interested in their spreadsheet. I opened my mouth slightly and watched the transformation in disbelief.
“Do you people know he's just one man?”
Emily didn't even look up. She placed a finger on her lips, “shhhh.”
That single sound told me everything I needed to know.
A few minutes later, we finally left the building.
The evening air hit my face the second I stepped outside. I practically sighed in relief.
Freedom, beautiful freedom. I stretched my arms freely in the air.
Emily laughed, “See you tomorrow.”
“Don't remind me,” I groaned.
She waved and headed toward the parking lot. I had barely reached the sidewalk when my phone vibrated. The screen lit up.
Bestie.
A smile instantly tugged my lips. Sophia had been my friend for so long and I honestly can't remember when we weren't friends.
She lived in London now, but distance never stopped her from knowing every exciting and embarrassing detail of my life.
I answered the call. “ Hello, witch.”
A loud gasp echoed through the speaker, “Drama Queen.”
I laughed despite myself and flagged down a taxi. The driver had barely stopped before I climbed inside.
“How was your first day,” Sophia asked immediately. No greetings. No small talk, just straight to the interrogation.
I dropped my head against the seat, “Terrible.”
Sophia made a thoughtful humming sound.
“Talk.”
I stared out the window. The city lights blurred fast as traffic crawled forward.
Where was I even supposed to start? The impossible workload? The ruthless billionaire boss? Or the fact that my billionaire boss happened to be the same man I spent a reckless night with?
I squeezed my eyes shut. I'd already texted Sophia about the hotel incident while riding to work that morning.
“Remember the guy from the hotel.”
The silence that followed was immediate, then..
“The handsome stranger? What's with him?”
“Unfortunately,” I inhaled deeply. “He's my boss.”
The scream that exploded through the speaker nearly destroyed my eardrum. I jerked my phone away.
The driver glanced at me through the mirror. I pretended not to notice.
Sophia was still screaming. “YOUR WHAT?
“Lower your voice, Sophia.”
The headache I thought I'd left at the office immediately returned. When she finally stopped yelling, she sounded personally offended.
“You're telling me you slept with Darrell Blackwood?
My head snapped up. Did she know him?
“Oh my God,” Sophia gasped
“What?”
Sophia let out a long, disbelieving laugh. Then she said the last thing I never expected.
“You lucky idiot.”
I nearly dropped the phone. Lucky?
What exactly is that supposed to mean, I wanted to know what exactly she meant.
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