Chapter 8 Beauty Goddess

“You see, it doesn't matter whether you suffered for it or.

What matters is the person who brought it. I hate having contaminated food.”

I refuse to be touched by his words. He wants to hear a reply from me, but I'm not going to give him the weapon to make use of, against me.”

“Why did you request for the drink when you are on the knowledge you can't bear to see me talk more of drinking anything my hands touched?

Why did you employ me if you can't stand my guts?”

“A sheep meant for the slaughter isn't aware of its fate until it's finally killed.”

I almost cried, but manned up. It will be of no use breaking down in his presence, as that's clearly what he wants; to see me humiliated and brought low.

How a person can hate another as he does me is strange and uncalled-for.

I didn't beg to work as his assistant, or whatever the hell he might call it.

He gave me the job willingly, and now he's acting like a taskmaster from hell.

Without replying to his words, I walk towards the door.

Staying here will make me more frustrated and angry than I was, so I should leave.

“I want to see the draft of the last essay my secretary typed before her transfer before the elapsed of thirty minutes,” he ordered.

I didn't reply to the monster, I couldn't care less about his orders.

I just walked on towards my office. I closed the door, and lean on it.

My feet ache from exertion, and the person I laboured for clearly doesn't appreciate it.

What's the use of punishing a person that badly if you weren't drinking what he requested for you to bring?

It seems he's out to get me. He's probably trying to get back at me for the words I spoke to him, yesterday.

The office phone rang all of a sudden, and I got called back to earth. I hastily walk to my table and picked up the call.

“Where is the draft I requested an hour ago!!” his voice boomed through the cell.

I had to move the phone a few inches from my ears.

Crap!

I facepalmed.

I forgot all about his precious draft,

“I'm on it, sir. It will be ready before thirty minutes.”

Please don't shout. I'm exhausted already.

“ Another thirty minutes?

What the hell is wrong with you?” He asked in anger.

He might be in his office, but I can imagine his green eyes swirling in anger.

“I do apologize for my tardiness sir, it won't repeat, I promise.” I apologize for something that isn't my fault.

With my free hand, I powered the computer and proceeded to the document folder.

“You better not repeat this incident.” He said in warning.

I nodded at his words, although I know he can't see me.

I disconnected the call before he can think of something more to say.

Thankfully, the work was intact.

I read through it before printing it out. Making sure the information he wants is complete, I head toward his office.

I knocked on the door of boss dearest and stood waiting for him to ask me in.

“Oh Sly”, I heard a female giggle, “stop that, you're getting more wicked.”

I heard him chuckle, but he didn't utter a word, at least not an audible one.

I knocked on the door again, this time, I made my frustration evident by how loudly I knocked.

A sensible worker would have left. Giving his boss the privacy he deserves, but not me.

He requested a draft, and a draft I've printed, ready to submit to the Sovereign boss.

“Come in”, I heard him call out.

It's about time.

I scoffed in anger as I walked inside.

I kept my eyes downcast as I want to avoid seeing anything am not supposed to.

Inside his office, I stood near the door for fear he might bark at me if I step closer.

“Bring it closer, my hands aren't that long.” He dragged his words.

Without objecting, I obediently walked toward his desk. I kept my eyes down as I walked.

Keeping the paper on the table, I turned to leave.

My work here is done. It's time to disappear as if I weren't here.

“Did I give you orders to leave?”

I can sense the anger in his tone as he asked the question. My heart beat escalated as I thought of an excuse to give to him.

“I'm sorry, sir. I thought you were umm — Busy?” I asked, without looking up.

I stood there like an obedient lamb ready to be slaughtered.

“I like him.” The girl spoke up for the first time since I can't in here.

I gasped in surprise when I finally looked up.

Sitting on the table is a goddess incarnate. With golden hair and green eyes almost identical to my Boss's.

My cheeks burned hot from embarrassment as she unabashedly checked me out, “mmm, definitely my type”.

“Jam, you can leave now”, he tried to suppress his anger, but it was still evident in his tune, although his eyes remained as expressionless as ever.

“Why now it's getting more interesting, you want me to leave? Come on, Sly, stop being a difficult daddy.”

My eyes widened at her words, daddy?

Does it mean she's his daughter? I looked between the two of them, noting their age difference. He can't be all that older than her.

She laughed at the expression on my face, “your expression is priceless.” She laughed some more, “as much as I would have claimed to be his daughter, I can't, he's not my daddy, although he acts like one”, she walked towards me extending a handshake, “I'm Jasmine, but I prefer to be referred to as Jam.

My name when pronounced fully sounds like an old woman's and this boy here,” she pointed at a glaring Sly — don't tell him I called him that— is my big brother”, she licked her lips, “and who might you be handsome?”

The boss stood up in annoyance,

“It's okay Jam, it's time to go, I have an important issue to discuss with him”, he nodded towards the door, “if you don't mind miss, you've got to go.”

She pouts as she picked her bag up from that chair she kept it on, “you want to keep the handsome guy all to yourself, you greedy monster," she stomped out, banging the door behind her.

He sighed in relief when the door closed behind her, “thank god for that”.