The Boss in New York

Chapter One

Chapter One:

Today is a special day. Today I have a job interview and also, it is officially my first day in Manhattan, New York, since I just moved in last night from Los Angeles, California. I left California because I wanted to be in one of the most successful business companies in the country and of course, my parents weren't too happy with my decision.

Leaving L.A, my birthplace, my hometown, was a such a huge step for me, especially since it's all the way across the country to New York. I've lived in L.A for my whole entire life but of course, even though both of my parents were upset with my decision, they understood my decision.

Luckily, since my uncle had 'sources' in New York, he got me a job as an assistant but hey, it's a job in one of the largest companies in New York. And it's a job that'll pay off my hefty apartment rent. And a job that'll give me food in my stomach. And hopefully, this job wouldn't suck.

With much confidence, I walked towards my new office building, keeping my head up high and letting the heels of my stilettos click evenly on the marbled floor.

Johnson's Marketing Industry, also known as J.M.I, is one of the most wealthiest and most successful billion dollar company in the world.

I walked up to the receptionist's desk. It was a large round marbled desk hole in the middle for the people and the files to go and work in.

I smiled at the blonde receptionist. "Hi, I'm looking for Mr. Johnson," I told her.

She typed on her computer, keeping her head down low. "Do you have an appointment?" She asked.

I shook my head. "No - I don't know. Well, I have an interview to be his new assistant."

She stopped what she was doing and glared at me.

'What? Why is she glaring at me?' I thought.

"He's on the 23rd floor. Go straight and you'll see his office there," She said coldly.

I silently thanked her and made my way towards the elevator. I pressed the 'up' button and I felt someone sending me daggers on my back. I turned around and saw her sending me a deadly glare. Why is she sending me a glare? I didn't even do anything to her!

I breathed out thankfully as the elevator door opened and I went in and pressed the '23' button.

I let out a heavy sigh and I looked at my reflection through the golden plate of the elevator. My chocolate brown eyes stared back at me. My sleek wavy blonde hair is high up on a ponytail and my bangs are neatly placed on the left side of my face. My naby dress with white polkadots flowed just right above my knees, making my legs looked toned and longer than I expected. First impression matters, right? But I never wanted to look like a slut in front of the people who I'll be working with if ever.

The elevator 'dinged', indicating that I'm on my level.

"This is it," I breathed in a huge breath and walked out of the elevator.

I looked around the room. The staff were mainly women and they all looked busy doing their work. The men in the room were drooling over the women, and me, but one man was smirking at me.

I rolled my eyes at them and made my way towards the closed door which I assumed would be Mr. Johnson's office. I lightly knocked on the door and waited.

"Come in," Someone from the inside said.

I breathed in one last huge breath and walked in, closing the door large behind me.

When I walked in, I lightly gasped at what I saw. I was expecting an old, scrumpy looking man but what I saw was a young (probably a few years older than I am) good-looking man who looked like who should be a model instead of a business owner.

I took in his features even though I couldn't see his face. He has chestnut brown hair and his hairstyle looked like he just got out of his bed and that looked sexy as hell. His skin tone was a little tanned and looked natural which made his appearance even more sexier. Oh God, please tell me he's not the person who I'm going to work for!

I sat down on the black leather chair in front of him and tried to look away from him because I'd probably drool or something. I looked at his walls and saw nothing but his diplomas - no pictures. I looked at his table - still no pictures. This guy has a pretty sad life.

"Miss Roberts," He said, his voice sounded husky and sexy but it looked like he wasn't even trying to sound like it.

I cleared my throat, covering it with my hand. "Yes, that's me."

I noticed he still hasn't looked up at me. He just kept looking down on the papers in front of him.

"So your uncle rang me and suggested that I should hire you as my assistant," He started and I looked at him. Great, it's him. "Why?" He looked up at me and I saw something change in his dreamy blue eyes.

I tried to hide my gasp. His eyes were the bluest of the blue and I’ve melted just by staring at those beautiful pair of eyes.

"Well, I," I was stuck with words. I cleared my throat. "I think that you should hire me as your assistant because, well, because I work hard. I’m reliable and trustworthy. I do everything before the due date and because," I sighed and lowered my voice, "Because I need this job."

He raised an eyebrow. "Why do you need this job?"

"Because I need the money," I mumbled.

"Why do you need the money?" He pushed.

This guy was getting frustrating. Did he seriously need to know my personal life?

"Because I just moved out of my hometown," I said. "Los Angeles," I added before he'd ask where.

"I see," He leaned back to his chair and stared at me curiously. Is there something on my face?

There was a thick tension of silence and I just stared at my fingernails, reminding myself to go to the spa when I have a free time and when I have the budget. My family isn't poor, we are probably in the high-average class in society and I told myself that I would stop asking for money once I get a job.

I could still feel his stare on my face, making me blush and self-conscious.

"You can start by filing these papers on the corner," I looked up at him to see him pointing at a desk in the corner of his office. "Your desk is slightly in use right now so you'll have to stay here," He explained.

I nodded. Great, I'm in the same room as him. But besides that, I've got the job! "Thank you, Mr. Johnson."

He went back to his computer, not even giving me a nod or a 'welcome'. What an ass. I can see myself liking it here - note the sarcasm, by the way.

I made my way towards the small desk in the corner that's filled with papers. I mentally groaned at how much papers there are to file. Hopefully I'll get through this quickly and get out of here as soon as possible.

It has been 2 hours or so of filing and I'm finally finished. I neatly stacked the files on the storage boxes and stretched my arms.

"Do you need me to get you anything else, Mr. Johnson?" I asked.

"Get me some coffee - black. The coffee machine is closeby," He ordered, writing whatever he was writing on a piece of paper.

What. A. b***h. He doesn't even thank me for doing his work nor say please? What is up with the wealthy society? So obnoxious and, well, obnoxious.

I nodded and made my way outside of his office, finally being able to breathe properly after being there in his office for so long.

I spotted the coffee machine at the other end of the room by the plants. I made my way towards it and sighed in relief when it started pouring in the mug.

"Hey, you're new here?" A dirty blond hair guy asked.

I nodded. This guy was the one who was smirking at me when I came in earlier. I have a feeling he's the player type.

"I'm Josh, by the way," He introduced himself, extending his right arm out which I gladly took. Finally, someone who isn't obnoxious!

"I'm Kristine," I said.

"That's a pretty name," He complimented.

"Thanks."

"So, you're his new assistant?" He asked, looking at Mr. Johnson's door.

I nodded, sighing.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Well," I started, not really want to finish it. "I dunno."

"Come on, you can tell me," He winked.

I chuckled. "I don't wanna be the 'new girl' who spreads rumors around now, do I?" I told him.

He nodded. "Alright then. Well, good luck. I probably should go back to work. I don’t wanna get in trouble, do I," He winked.

"Oh, yeah, maybe you should. It was nice meeting you, Josh!" I smiled.

"It was nice to meet you, too, Kristine," He smiled and walked away.

I groaned when he was gone. Back to the he-devil, I though bitterly.

I walked in Mr. Johnson's room and placed his hot coffee on his table and made my way on my table, drawing whatever I find in the room, waiting for him to 'order' me something.

"Christy," He called.

I looked at him and he was staring at me.

"Kristine," I politely corrected.

He ignored me. "You may go now."

I looked at him as if he was crazy. So that's it? I get to go home now and cuddle with my bed? Yes!

"Goodbye, Mr. Johnson," I mumbled.