CEO's Personal Secretary

Mr. Atticus Being Kind?

"I hope you do know it's past my working hours now, Mr. Atticus." I said to my boss when he asked me to type him more letters. My fingers were sore now. And so were my legs fetching him files from different departments.

"Clause number fifteen (b): I will work extra hours if needed by my boss during work emergencies. Did you not read contract properly, Miss Wilson?" He said to me in his monotone, barely looking up from his laptop and I grounded my jaw.

"I did read the contract, Mr. Atticus. But like you just said, I am only asked to work extra hours after my working hours only during work emergencies." I said to him, as calmly as I could and he looked up from his desktop. His midnight eyes bored into mine dangerously.

"This is work emergency, Miss Wilson. Get back to work."

"Pray, please let me understand how is this a work emergency? I don't see you losing your seventy percent of assets. Infact, you're not losing even a single penny of your investment. I just made our profit reports!" He smiled like at me like a predator. Like a lion, ready to pounce on its prey. Me.

"Of course, I am not in any loss, Miss Wilson. Have you already forgotten who I am? And you must be blind to not notice our work emergency. Every second of my time is as precious as the soldiers fighting in the war. My every second counts dollars. So, get back to work. And you're not done until I say so."

"You're no less than a tyrant! How can you really expect anybody to work like a robot for you in a salary as small as a mouse!" I said to him, my fingers digging on the armchairs and he rose his brows at me, looking down at his watch.

"You can resign any time, Miss Wilson. I'm not holding you hostage here. And you're wasting my time with your useless bickering. If you wish to continue your job, sort out the files we'll need in the business meeting that's due on Saturday. And then prepare me a report on our sales and hike in our shares." He said to me and I closed my eyes, biting my lips in raw anger.

"Even if I resign now, will I be kept on notice period?" I asked him and he looked up from his desktop once again, shrugging his shoulders.

"Three months, yes. So, if you're even deciding to quit, I'll still suggest you to fetch me files and send me the reports before you retire for the day. Because you'll still be under my employment for next three months. And remember, Miss Wilson, the faster you'll work, the more fast you can go home."

"Oh really? I thought your employees are asked to forget their homes under your employment. Because with the work you just assigned me, I won't be done until two in the morning and you'll definitely expect me at seven in the morning!"

"Sharp seven in the morning." He corrected me and my blood boiled inside my vein as I stomped out of his office. Damn you, Pheonix Atticus!

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"Hey, T. I won't be home until midnight, man." I said on call to my brother and I heard some rattling noise behind him. He is not home.

"Why? It's past your working hours, Bells. Are you somewhere out? Do you need me to come?" He asked me. He sounded alert and I smiled at his concern.

"No, no, Tobias. I am in the office only. My boss has an important meeting this week, we're working on that and I'll be late. So, don't wait for me and sleep, okay? I'll be back once I'm done with my work, okay?" I said to him and I heard him snorting.

"You really think I'll sleep and let you walk alone on streets at midnight, Bells? It's not safe. Call me once you're done with your work. I'll pick you up." He said to me, his voice turning serious and I rolled my eyes at him.

"I'm the older one, T. I can protect myself, yes? You don't have to always babysit me, brother." I said with a chuckle and I heard him clicking his tongue. He always did that when I didn't agree with him on something.

"I know you can protect yourself, Bells. It's me, I'm the scared one. I won't be able to sleep until I see you're safe and not being chased by someone on the streets at midnight." He said to me and I rolled my eyes at his attempts to convince me to let him take me home.

"You're such a Dad, Tobias." I said with a laughter. And before anyone could've said anything, I heard somebody else's voice from the background.

"The cops are coming this way, Tobias. We need to run!" I heard Tobias mumbling some curse words in response and my heart started beating loudly in my chest.

"Cops!? Tobias, where are you? God, please tell me, you didn't get into another fight!" I asked him fearfully and he let out a loud curse.

"Cops? What cops, Bells? I was watching some movie. And now I'll go out to get some groceries. I am sure you must be busy right now. Why don't you finish your work and then call me? I'll come to pick you up and I'll also have a talk with your boss about keeping you past your working hours."

I knew he was lying. But I also knew he was in danger. He had to run. Police was behind him. This boy is such a trouble, I'm telling you.

"I know you're in some trouble, T. Just don't get yourself killed or arrested, please. I'll call you once I'm done and please leave me a message at least when you get to a safe place." I said to him and I heard him sighing as I felt him running in the background.

"Don't worry, Bells. I won't get caught. And even if I do, they won't he able to hold me hostage. I am Tobias Wilson! Nobody can hold me against my own will."

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I am done with my work. Are you up? 3.16 a.m.

I sent the message to my brother, Tobias. Not even a minute later, I got the response from him. He was awake for me. This boy.

Of course, I am. You stay there. I'll be there in fifteen minutes. 3. 18 a.m.

I sighed, packing my things before I went to the rest room. I splashed some water on my face after doing my business. My red hair were out of my ponytail. My scalp was even hurting from keeping my hair in a ponytail for too long.

I pulled out my hair-tie, slipping it on wrist and let my red locks to fall freely over my chest. I wiped my almost stained eyeliner and mascara with the tissue paper, letting my natural face to glow.

I liked getting ready. To be on my best personality and looks. But from past few days, my work sucked out all of my excitement of looking good. Sleeping felt like a luxury too. I shook my head, glancing at the mirror one last time before I walked out of the restroom and collected my bag to leave.

"You're done with your work?" Mr. Atticus asked me and I looked at him, nodding my head at him, silently.

For a minute second, his midnight eyes stopped to look at me. Something inside his eyes shifted. The malice his eyes usually has melted down, something more raw clouded his eyes. I couldn't help but gaze back at him. It would be a lie to deny that my Boss was a sight to see. Because he was.

Sandy hair, midnight eyes and chiseled face. As if he was defining the word beauty himself.

"You're not speaking anything now. I thought you'd say something really sarcastic." He said to me after a pregnant pause and I scoffed, shaking my head as I bit my lips, closing my eyes as we both waited for the elevator.

"I'm very tired now. Too tired and sleepy to even speak." Even my throat felt heavy. He suddenly fell silent before he cleared his throat, motioning towards the elevator.

"The elevator's here." He spoke lowly and I nodded my head, stepping in as a yawn elicited my mouth. I honestly just wanted a bed to sleep on at that moment. If not bed, even the floor would be okay. I just wanted to sleep.

"So, are you still planning to stay, Miss Wilson?" He suddenly asked me and I looked at him, chuckling at his question as I leaned back on the metallic wall for support.

"No matter how much you trouble me, Mr. Atticus, I won't quit. If I resign from here that would mean I lost from you. That I couldn't earn my money. And I can be anything in my life, Mr. Atticus, but I can't be a loser." I said softly, my eyes drooping as my body too wanted to leave my support.

"You're a tough nut to crack, hm?" He said with a bitter laugh and I looked at him with my most sweetest smile, making his jaw to clench.

"If you can crack it, it's not Bellarosa Wilson then, Mr. Atticus. I am not a nut you can crack." I said to him and he scoffed, looking at his watch and just then the door of the elevator opened, letting me see the parking lot.

"So, are you walking home?" He asked me and something inside me irked. A mischievous smile formed on my face as I turned around to look at him.

"Why? Are you going to pay for my travelling too? Maybe I should call for a cab then. Will you pay for my cab now or you'll include that in my pay check at the month end?" I asked him, batting my eyelashes and he rolled his eyes, stepping out of the elevator and I followed him.

"You have not yet proved your worth to me, Miss Wilson that I'd even pay for your travelling." He said and I locked my jaw in annoyance. I swear I would've definitely killed him if I would've been above all the laws.

"You still doubt my worth, Mr. Atticus? Even after I worked eight hours straight more than my working hours?" I asked him angrily and he rose his brows at me, pointing towards the parking lot.

"You still haven't answered my question, Miss Wilson. Will you be okay walking home? Or are you calling a cab?" He asked me and I rose my brows at him, stuffing my hands in my pockets.

"And why do you care?" I asked him back and he sucked in a breath.

"Because the roads are deserted now, Miss Wilson. Very unsafe. If no-one is coming to pick you up, I can drop you home. This is the least I can do for your straight eight hours of overtime." He said to me, astonishing me. Mr. Atticus being kind? Now, that's new.

"Or maybe you can simply pay me for my overtime? That's also ethical, no?" I said to him and he rose his his brows at me again, as if daring me to repeat my words again.

"Don't push your luck, Miss Wilson. Prove me your worth in a month and maybe I can pay you the money you deserve." He said to me and I snorted at the irony of his words.

"By proving my worth you mean by working eight hours extra every day? Then by the month end, I won't be even alive to collect my paycheck." I said to him with a tight lipped smile and he rolled his eyes at me.

"Be thankful you're cracking such lame jokes outside my office or it would've costed you your wage. You still haven't answered my question, Miss Wilson. And I'm not used to people ignoring my question." He gritted out.

"No, Mr. Atticus. My brother would be here any moment to pick me up. You don't worry about me. I'll get back home, safe." I said with a sigh and almost immediately I heard a bike roaring outside and I saw my brother waiting at the door with his helmet on.

"That's my brother. Goodbye, Mr. Atticus. I'll be there in the office tomorrow at seven a.m. sharp with your coffee. Have a good night, Mr. Atticus." I said and he opened his mouth to say something but stopped, letting his lips to stay parted.

"Don't come before nine in the morning, Miss Wilson. I won't be office before that either. I have a personal meeting to attend." Ah, two hours of extra sleep? Who wouldn't love that, Mr. Atticus?

"Of course, Boss!" I said with a mock salute.