CEO's Personal Secretary

Mr. Atticus Into Underworld?

Life is a paradise. The owner of our orphanage always told us. Life is a paradise until it has colors of your happiness. And colors had always been my life. A beautiful life.

But it's hard to make passion your livelihood. So when I had to leave my passion behind to drag my life, I was devastated. Leaving painting behind felt like losing someone I never really had. So that night I didn't sleep.

After changing into my night clothes, my eyes fell on the color platter kept on my table and an irresistible urge to paint something irked inside me. So I painted. On a canvas. A beautiful beach. With water calm as the peace that was swirling inside me. Colors made me calm. Colors were my safe haven.

"Miss Wilson!" Mr. Atticus barked out and I jumped at the sudden sharpness in his voice and looked at him.

Today he was dressed in a black turtle-neck t-shirt and grey pants and a large overcoat over it. It was cold outside. His sandy locks were combed back elegantly and I couldn't help but appreciate him. But as much as warm he looked at the moment, his eyes was colder than the Sahara desert on a winter night.

"Yes, Mr. Atticus? How can I help you?" I asked him politely and his eyes narrowed in anger and I licked my lips, not knowing what wrong did I do now? God, with him working is harder than sleeping. Because in his job, an employee doesn't even gets to sleep!

"If you wish to daydream, you shouldn't come to my office, Miss Wilson! I have been calling since two minutes now. I even called you two hours later and yet you're drowsing in the office!" I narrowed my own eyes in displeasure and removed my earphones from my ears.

"One, I was not drowsing, Mr. Atticus. I was hearing the audio of the meeting you had attended a week before you bought this company to prepare the reports. I was doing your work. And two, even if I would wish to daydream, you wouldn't allow me to take a day off." I said with a sly smile and he took a deep breath in.

"Did you collect the files from the HR department?" He asked me very calmly and I shook my head, looking up at him from my chair. Yes, I was still sitting.

"No. I went there to collect the files but they said you asked for last minute changes and that would require another hour to them."

"Call them and ask them to make the changes in next fifteen minutes and bring me the file on the table with the same given time. And I have an important business meeting with Mrs. Ford and she is very fond of croissants. Collect them from Sweets and Coffee bakery. It's in the third street from our office." He said and I almost gaped at his order. Collect croissants for his client?

"Okay, Mr. Atticus. I'll call them and ask them to deliver the croissants. Do you need something for yourself too?" I asked him sweetly and his eyes narrowed as he shook his head.

"I don't think they have any free delivery man today, Miss Wilson. I am afraid you would have to collect the croissants from the shop itself." Oh, you're afraid? This is your trick. I know it.

"I'm sure there would be free delivery woman then, Mr. Atticus. Don't worry about it. I'll get your sweets ready on a tray before your guest arrive." I said and he nodded his head, grounding his jaw.

"Great then. Get ready for the meeting then, Miss Wilson. It's scheduled in next thirty minutes."

"Surely, Mr. Atticus."

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"Hello, Granny's bakery?" I said through the phone and a known elderly woman spoke from the other side answered. I didn't call Sweets and Coffee bakery, knowing he must be owning the bakery and he must have denied the home delivery.

"Yes, how may I help you, Ma'am?"

"I wanted to order croissants. Are they available in the shop now?" I asked the woman and she eagerly hummed through the phone.

"Yes, they are available. Do you want home delivery or are you going to dine in here? Do you want me to book a seat for you, Ma'am?" She asked me eagerly and I laughed.

"Stop calling me, Ma'am, Granny. It's me, Rosa. The one who used to work at your barley." I said and I heard a shift behind her.

"Rosa? My child. I haven't heard from you since ages. How are you, my child?" She asked me and a smile formed on my face as I nodded my head.

"I'm fine, Granny. How are you? How's work?" I asked her and she replied almost immediately.

"I'm also fine. And work isn't as good and profitable as before but it's working. Tell me, do you want home delivery or are you going to dine in, my child?" She asked me and I shook my head.

"Work delivery, Granny. Can you deliver those croissants on the address I'll message in next fifteen minutes. It's next to your shop only." I said and she agreed immediately, not even denying once.

"Of course, I'll get it delivered right now."

"Great. And make the bill under CEO Pheonix Atticus." I said evilly and she hummed through the phone.

"Okay, Rosa. I'll send the order now."

"Thanks, Granny."

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Mrs. Ford was an evil looking, very cunning woman in her late forties. Wearing a dark suit and three inches long heels, she reeked of power and money. She was even sitting in Mr. Atticus' cabin like she owned it. Like she owned the entire universe.

"Ah, Atticus. Long time, no see. I thought you backed off our world but then Rudy told me that we are having a meeting today and I couldn't help but contain my excitement to see you again. I must say though, you've grown to be more handsome and an alluring man." She said, making me choke on my breath.

Did this woman have no filter?

And our world? Which world?

But Mr. Atticus only smiled. A very evil smile that made my skin to crawl with fear. I never realised how dangerous this man really was until he showed his superiority to Mrs. Ford.

"I know what I have grown into, Mrs. Ford. However, our world is still mine. Remember, who's acing the race. Of course, one and only Pheonix Atticus. But don't think I arranged this meeting to deal with you but to collect back what's mine." He said and her eyes narrowed dangerously into a deadly glare.

"Miss Wilson, please serve the croissants I asked you to buy." He said very politely. And my eyes widened at his polite voice. This wasn't the man I knew. Who was he?

"Sure, Mr. Atticus." I said, removing the croissants from the parcel and elegantly placed them on the tray before placing it on the table, in front of Mrs. Ford, who in turn glared at me like I pissed in her cereal.

"What the f**k, Atticus? You know I hate sweets. Especially croissants!" She growled an amused, sadistic smile curled on his face as he placed both on his elbows on the table and rested his face on his hands, looking at her like she was some sort of entertainment to him.

And I suddenly felt bad for Mrs. Ford. Poor her.

"Exactly. And I spent my precious money on those useless sweets! So eat them. Now." He said dangerously. Malice clear as day in his voice and I was looking at the drama unfolding in front of me with excitement. Who would win this argument? And mostly importantly, Mr. Atticus bought her croissants because she didn't like them! That's funny.

"You're doing wrong, Atticus. I'll ruin you!" She barked angrily.

"Funny, that a woman working under me thinks she can ruin me, Mrs. Ford. Now, eat those croissants. I want you to see who's in power here." He said calmly, very calmly and I couldn't help but gaze at him in amazement. Man, this man is beyond any words. A sadist. That's what he is.

"I don't work under you, Atticus! My husband owns that firm." She literally yelled and I had to cover my ears from how loud she screamed. And she glared at me warningly and I simply rose my brows at her. She really thinks she can scare me after Mr. Atticus is forcing her to have sweets? That's funny.

"Really, Mrs. Ford? I hope you do remember the name of your firm? It's not Ford Enterprises anymore. Is it? No, right? Why do you think your husband suddenly changed the name of the company and went invisible?" He asked her with a smile again.

This time I felt a shiver passing down my body. He was literally threatening without even threatening her. And this seemed a very private meeting. Why would he have me inside his cabin to witness all of these?

"You.... You kidnapped my husband? You rascal!" She growled angrily and his smile only widened and so did my eyes. My boss is a kidnapper?

"Tch. Tch. I didn't kidnap him, Mrs. Ford." Oh, thank God! Atleast I don't work for a criminal. "My men did."

He said, making me drop the pen I had in my hand down, making a loud clinking noise and both of them turned to look at me. When Mr. Atticus was observing me, my reaction; Mrs. Ford was glaring at me.

"Lord! Where did you hire her from, Atticus? She's such a f*****g mess! Dropping shits here and there." She said, making my eyes to flare dangerously and I took a step forward, taking the pen from the floor before turning to look at her.

"Then it must surely be your shits, Mrs Ford. Because I can only see you who's shiting their pants here." I said with a very bitter smile and she stood up from her table and before I knew it, her fingers were cutting my air supply. She had her paw around my neck and my eyes widened at her sudden attack.

And with every lesson, Tobias gave me, I kneed her, before slamming my elbows as forcefully as I could on her back and got away from her, trying to breathe normally. It took me more than a minute to create considering how she took me off guard.

"What the hell? Don't you dare touch me again with your filthy hands or I'll rip those arms off you!" I said angrily as I felt filthy being touched by a woman like her.

"Enough! Don't touch my secretary, Mrs. Ford. Or you'll heavy price to pay."