Chapter 4 PAYBACK

Friday. So far her boss, Desmond, has been working with her without human feelings. Sending her on a madman's errand, expecting her on earlier than working hours, not to mention the coffee run.

It was 3 am when I finally drifted off. I was trying to finish off some emails, as much as I could before morning, so I wouldn't have much work on my hands. There was a lot of work as a personal assistant, there was no denying that.

I stood, looking at my curvy figure I got from my mother, l smoothed my bright red hair then adjusted my crisp white shirt and tailored pants. A subtle smile on my lips as I fastened the silver necklace my dad gave me when I turned 18. With a final glance in the mirror, I dashed out and headed to work.

I got to the office with a bright spirit, coming out of the lift to see Desmond pacing inside his office, because of the inaudible walls I could hear anything but he was certainly in a bad mood. I forgot to get his coffee and went back to get it hoping to calm his nerves.

Coming back from getting the coffee, I bumped into him while getting off the lift.

"I'm so sorry sir," I quickly say.

"You couldn't be any more clumsy? Were you watching where you were going at all?" He said angrily "Go to my office and grab me another in the office, you're lucky I have a spare."

I walked into the office, removed a shirt from a suit bag from a small closet, and went back outside to give it to him. He changed right in front of me and my clumsy accident almost vanished from my thoughts.

"Go and grab me another coffee and drop this shirt at my dry cleaner." He hands me his card "Make sure you don't soil this shirt when bringing it next time."

I couldn't even clean myself before going out. I got the coffee and handed it to him in his office. He took it and told me to follow him. I grabbed my note and pen from my desk and did so.

We went around some departments in the building and I took some notes. After that, they headed to the board room for a meeting. I began taking notes while my boss listened to the members of the meeting.

It was taking longer than expected, and it was time for my lunch break. I felt my eyes closing from tiredness

I was slowly falling behind with discussions being said at the meeting.

"Miss Baker," I heard my name, awakening from my drowsy state, I sat up.

He was looking at me with annoyance. "Could you?" He was referring to the stack of papers in his hands.

I got up and began to pass it around the table. As I was about to place the last booklet, I tripped and fell on my face. There was an awkward silence from the disturbance.

No one came to help me up, not even my boss. I got up and tried to look at him but he turned his face away immediately, avoiding my glance. Why did I think he'd come to my aid?

"Sorry, I'm so sorry," I whispered.

"Go upstairs, I'll talk to you then," he instructed.

Another half hour passed, and I sat behind my desk fearing my financial state. That clumsy display could cost me my job. He returned eventually, his face bland of emotion.

"What was that show you displayed?" He asked firmly.

"I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again."

"Better not." He said, "I need you to sort the entire backlog of paperwork on my desk and be careful while you're at it."

I looked from my desk to his table, my eyes widened from shock! "Sir, that's a lot of paperwork, I'd be clocking out soon. Perhaps I can do half and finish up tomorrow,"

Desmond's look was stern. "You're my assistant, Angel. I tell you what I want and not the other way round, you're not to leave until it's done." He disappeared into the lift.

He is indeed unkind and without human feelings just like Mr David described. Thirty minutes after my closing hour, I was done and was on my way home, bitter, tired, and starving.

I got home and changed out of my office clothes. Luckily for me, Camila left 2 slices of pizza and a drink for me, so I rushed at it and went to sleep.