CEO's Personal Secretary

Mr. Atticus' Personal Secretary Or Personal Slave?

Tobias was quick to take me home. Life is a strange rollercoaster, when you expect life to be good with you, it kicks you in the worse possible ways; and when you expect the life to give you lemons, it gives you oranges instead.

When i was expecting life to give me no one, it gave me my brother- Tobias. A relation that wasn't of blood but a relation sacred and pure than any other relation.

My eyes looked at him. He was calm. Very calm for a delinquent. When he was a beast for the world, he was a saint for me. He treated me like I was the kid here.

As if feeling my gaze, Tobias turned to look at me. He smiled gently at me. We looked very different from each other. When i was a red hair, he was a blonde. His eyes were like a pearl, beautiful and mesmerising. He was taller than me, almost by an inch and two.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Bells?" He asked me his voice was low but deep. I smiled back at him, shaking my head.

"Nothing, T. I was just wondering, how blessed I am to have a brother like you." He laughed at my words. He removed his shoes keeping it neatly in the shoe rack.

"People might beg to differ, Bells. I am not a good person, my dear sister. Remember, who I am."

"That's the thing, T. You are never bad to me. You have never done anything wrong to me either. Then how i can believe that you are bad, T." I said with a low voice, my voice was not above a whisper. Something sparked in his eyes like a fire blazing.

I knew Tobias was a mystery. He kept things from me, I knew were dangerous. I knew he was in a life threatening business. But what, I didn't knew.

"I will always be good for you, Bells. Never doubt my love for you. You must be hungry from all the work you do in your office. The dinner is ready. Why don't you freshen up till I serve the dinner on the dining table. I cooked your favourite - spaghetti."

I couldn't help but smile at his efforts to cook for me.

"I'll go up and freshen up, then we will eat together. Okay?"

I went up to my room before locking it, I stripped out of my clothes. I ran warm bath for myself as I sat down in the bath tub. The hot water relaxed my sour muscles. It felt relaxing to have a hot water bath after a very tiring day. Especially when I have a boss like Pheonix Atticus.

After drying my body, I wore my night dress and walked down to have dinner with Tobias. He was waiting for me downstairs with the food served on the dining table. The aroma of food was so appetizing that I couldn't even wait for a second to devour the food.

The creamy texture of the spaghetti made my mouth to water. The rich taste of spices and hot sauces savoured inside my mouth. Something about Tobias cooking always left me craving for more. My eyes rolled back as the taste of Tobias' food flooded in my mouth.

Tobias was a whole package of family for me. When I need a mother Tobias becomes one for me. When I need protection of my father, he stands in front of me as a shield when I face a problem. And when I need the love of a siblings he is always there for me.

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"Bring me file of Mr. Johnsons on my desk in next three minutes!" My Boss barked the order to me. I clenched my jaw in anger. He had been doing this since seven in the morning and its one in the afternoon now. I gave him a tight lipped smile.

"Of course, Sir. As you say." I said, stomping my feet on the ground as I marched out of his cabin.

"This is not the file I asked for, Miss Wilson. Are you sure you're not deaf? I asked for Mr. Jameson's file, not Johnson's file." Mr. Atticus said to me, looking up from his laptop as he held the file in his hands.

"But... but you said Mr. Johnson's file! My ears function just fine! You're doing this deliberately!" I growled at him and his midnight eyes bored into mine dangerously. Something flashed in his eyes. Something really malicious. And I bit my lips in chastise. Why can't I just control my tongue?

"You really think you are worth my time enough that I'll play games with you, Miss Wilson? You just wasted a complete three minutes with this idiocy of yours. I should cut this from your salary too." He said to me, getting up from his chair as he walked towards me threateningly and I licked my lips when he stood at a good distance from me.

"You sure you want to pay me anything at all, Mr. Atticus? Because by this pace, I will be indebted to you instead of you paying me money." I said to him, giving him my most bitter smile and he rose his brows at me, sitting back on his chair.

"With the work you're doing, Miss Wilson, you should indeed pay me. You can't get a file right and yet you have the audacity to argue with me instead of getting me the right file. Don't think I won't fire you for you incompetence. Get back to work and get me Mr. Jameson's file now." He said to me and I clenched my jaw, nodding my head in defeat.

He was my boss, after all. I can't talk back with him every time. Not when I have a job to do, even if the salary is as small as any bird's nest!

"Did you make the reservations in Ellen's restaurant under the name of Pheonix Atticus?" He asked me without looking up from the files he was going through.

"Yeah, I did that first thing in the morning itself. I have even received the confirmation message from them." I said, trying hard not to shift on my steps.

My legs hurt. From running continuously. To get him files. To get him his coffee a zillion times. To fetch him files from IT department, from sales department and to get him profit and loss report from the accounts department! That was not even my work!

"I don't need confirmation message, Miss Wilson. I own that restaurant." He said in a tone that made me feel dumb. How in the name of devil was I supposed to know that?

"If you own the restaurant why make reservations in advance?" I asked him smartly and he looked up from his file to glare at me, making me almost blanch back. Almost. But I didn't. I was Bellarosa! And Bellarosa Wilson don't flinch back from anything!

"I see you're not smart enough to guess the answer yourself, Miss Wilson. No wonder you're on the opposite side of my chair. They must know their Boss would come on the given time. I want the best service from my staff, especially in front of my guests."

I held back my tongue from letting out a string of colorful words. Oh, how much relieving it would feel to curse him out loud.

"Rivers never realise how deep oceans are, Mr. Atticus. Every dumb person thinks, no-one is smarter than them. But sigh, their ego is too big to realize how dumb they really are." I said back to him with my most sweetest smile and his eyes glared at me like a dagger.

Only if his eyes had the power to kill, he would've made sure for my seven generations to never come out of their corpse. Only if.

"Are you by any chance are you calling me— your Boss dumb, Miss Wilson?" He asked me, his voice so low that it passed shiver down my spine.

His midnight eyes were dauntingly look at me. I was getting intimidated by him. Painfully, his gaze seeped into my skin, to my blood, making me suck in a breath through my parted lips. His eyes were beautifully dangerous. So dangerous that it made sweat to dribble down my forehead.

"Of course not, Mr. Atticus. I was just talking about dumb people are in general. But you— you're the most intelligent person I've ever met, Mr. Atticus. You're the person who'll sign my paycheck. Who can be smarter than you?"

"Happy realisation, Miss Wilson. Now that you know I will sign your paycheck. Get back to your office and I want you to sort all the letters that had been sent to you while you were wasting my precious time with your uncalled and useless witt."

"Of course, Sir. Anything else I can do?" I asked him with my forced smile and he looked from his files again, as if remembering something.

"And once you're done sorting all the important letters, I want you to type the invitations of Atticus Yearly Ball Night, personally. On the typewriter. I want thirteen different and unique designs. I want them in an hour and half on my table. And once you're done typing them, get the office number 27G cleaned. I will have my important guest staying there. It should be cleaned by three in the afternoon, okay?"

He said to me as if I really was a robot. I closed my eyes to take a deep breath in. Oh Lord, why did my old boss had to sell his company to this man!

"I can't get the room cleaned until five in the evening, Mr. Atticus. And I can only give you the invitation of the Ball Night in three hours."

Like someone asked him to name his thirty percents of share in my name, his eyes jerked up, to glare at me.

"And, may I ask why you can't submit me the designs in an hour and half? I don't pay you for your indolence, Miss Wilson." He barked at me and I rolled my eyes at him. Indolence?

"Because Sir, you may think of me as a robot but news flash! My mother gave birth to me in flesh. As a human. I may seem robotic to you but I need food to function. And for your kind information, it's past my lunch time now. Even though, you didn't let me have my breakfast either." And with that I walked out of his office.