Chapter 3: Under His Command
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“Oh s**t! I’m late!” I exclaimed as I jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. I was supposed to be at the office by 7 a.m., but it was already 6:50.
I quickly showered and put on a black corporate suit I had ordered online; the blazer fit perfectly, and the hems of the trousers fell neatly over my Louboutins.
“So, what you are saying is that you got the job as the secretary to the CEO from the same Starlak that rejected you?” Emilia asked as she lay on the bed scrolling through her phone.
My hands hung in the air as I was fixing my hair into a ponytail. “To be honest Emilia, I don't know. I just got the email and when I get there, everything will be sorted out.
“Okay miss Starlak, if you say so.” Emilia scoffed.
“Today will be better.” I thought as I looked at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath.
I hurriedly picked up my things and left for Starlak.
***
The cab stopped in front of Starlak. I paid the driver and gazed at the prestigious company again. “I can do this,” I muttered as I dashed into the lobby.
Fortunately, I spotted the lady from yesterday; she turned out to be the senior secretary at the company.
“Miss Ama! I've been expecting you.” She said with a bright smile pressed across her face.
“I want to understand. You said I wasn't given the job yesterday, then later in the night I received an email from the company saying I have the job as secretary to the CEO which I never applied for in–”
She sighed heavily, cutting me in. “Miss, I myself was surprised when the board told me to email you that you have been given a job. But since you are here you look ready for the position.”
“Yes, I am”
“Good, I will take you to the CEO's office first then later on we will go sign the necessary paperwork.”
“Alright, I understand.”
“Follow me.”
She showed me a few places along the way and I couldn't stop smiling.
Starklak was exactly how I had pictured my dream job to be–the white walls, spotless floor, and employees who work around the clock.
“We are here. Are you ready?” She said to me, breaking me from my thoughts.
"Yes.” I lied
She knocked on the door
“Come in!”
A thick masculine voice replied from inside.
She opened the door and we both stepped into the office.
The office was spotless. The walls were divided into two; half painted white while the other was transparent glass– you could see the streets of New York City.
A collection of abstract art was hung on the wall. The furniture was simple but elegant; I was left in awe.
He stood there on a phone call, his back turned to us. He was tall, broad-shouldered. His reflection glimmered on the glass wall.
“I will call you back.” I recognised that commanding voice from yesterday.
“Oh my God!” I whispered to myself
He turned and my stomach dropped.
“Good morning, sir. This is Ama Wellington, and she is your new secretary.”
My breath seized and I knew my suffering had begun. The same guy I bumped into yesterday…spilling coffee all over, insulting and embarrassing him, was my boss!
He gazed at me with a cold look, scanning my appearance from head to the tips of my heels. I prayed to the heavens for him not to recognise me. His eyes were intimidating and fierce; silence filled the office.
“ I think he recognises me.” I froze at the spot, not planning on moving an inch, hoping he wouldn't remember.
He looked away, turning his back against us, and I found my breath again.
Just like that.
He dismissed us without a word.
The lady led me out of his office and took me to my desk where I would work. She told me important things I needed to know. “This is an intercom, and the only person who can call you with it is the CEO. So when it rings it's him.”
“Ok, thank you,” I replied her.
She was about to leave but she turned back like she forgot something “One more thing. Heads up, the CEO is not known for his kindness. Good luck.”
Her words left me stunned on the spot. I swallowed hard.“What is his name?”
“Marcus Voss.” She said and left with a polite smile on her face.
His name hit like a ticking time bomb. “Marcus Voss. My nightmare.”
Now I understand why he was so arrogant yesterday, and her face was filled with fear this morning when I arrived late.
I sat down slowly, my fingers trembling as I kept looking around. f**k! Why does it have to be him? What if he recognised me already and he is planning a slow death for me?
“Everything will be fine, Ama. Just do as he says and there will be no issue.” I muttered to myself
“Ring, Ring.”
The intercom on my desk rang nearly sending me out of my chair.
Everyone stared at me. I gave a casual smile, summoning the courage to pick up the landline.
“Hello?”
“Come to my office.”
The line went dead.
I sat frozen, my throat dried up. I stared at the telephone like I had just received a death sentence.
“He remembers. He must have remembered.”
My legs were shaking. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I almost lost my grip. The distance to Marcus's office was short but felt like walking towards a lion's den.
“Would I lose my job? Or was he planning to make me pay for yesterday? Maybe he just needs me for some work .”
I knocked softly.
“Come in.”
My heart pounded like drums as I pushed open the door.
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