Chapter Three

Chapter Three.

Anastasia's POV.

I am beginning to get anxious, just in time the door opens and entering inside is Olivia. I've had a lot of time to check in details to each of these portraits. They are sore, exquisite.

"I can't begin to appreciate how much of what you've done..."

"Oh, please stop." Olivia says, ushering me before I say anything further. I snicker lightly. "Well, you had proved yourself to be better." She adds and gestures for me to walk with her. "So, I'll be letting you in on what is to come next, but before, I need some snacks, do you, too?"

I snicker again, "yes, surely." We walk side by side out of the office.

"So, as your job isn't all about nannying Mr Nicholas's kids, you're also his personal secretary officially and unofficially, you need to know quite some things about how we work here. We have two sections: mass offices and solo offices." She pauses, her eyes catching me from the corners.

I think she wants me to ask what she meant. "Um, what does that mean?"

"Good. Mass offices are where we are going now; it's basically where the staff works together. Solo offices are one like Mr Nicholas's. It's for higher officials."

"Oh, perfectly understood." I say to her just before we make a turn into another space: the mass office on this floor.

Entering, I watch as the staff watch Olivia with such respect in their eyes. We stop at the end of the room where there's the small snack bar.

The discussion goes on and on, and I got to learn that I'll be resuming in three days time, which is Saturday. Olivia told me that I should start packing my things, recap, necessary things, for startup, because tomorrow is when an official of Mr Nicholas's will come to my house with the final contract that I need to sign and after then, I shall begin work on Saturday. .

It seems so fast to me, but it is not something I cannot handle. I let Olivia know that I do not mind, and she lets me know that she'll send me a mail after she's been told I've signed the contract.

When we are done, I pick up my coat and out of the building, I release a relaxing breath. Jeez! I felt like I was being suffocated minutes ago, but now I feel better. Plus, things went fine, more than fine, than I thought.

I get into the car and kick on the engine. I'm driving through the hoarded street when my mind drills back to the mystery behind Eclipse publishing company, according to the media.

Well, for me, I don't think I see one... yet, but I can't be sure as of the moment. The Eclipse has been around for twelve years now, and throughout that time, the media subjected that Mr Nicholas, who is the current CEO as of now is the one who also created the company those years ago and hasn't aged at all. No one can be sure of it, because while it looks very much like it, the pictures can also be deceiving.

Since knowing that, I've had my share of weird evaluation to give the company and maybe, just maybe, I may be more conclusive about it, that truly or not, there's a mystery in the open.

Also, that's why when Kyra first showed me Mr Nicholas's picture, I wasn't expecting it. I had thought he would be in his fifties, but it turns out not to be and because of that, I can't sleep one night since last week without dreaming of him. Jeez! I need to get myself together.

My own thoughts haunt me till I get back home in the evening. Opening the front door, entering to the dining area, I find Kyra on one of the chairs, typing on her computer. She looks busy until she turns her back and gives me the eye.

I don't want to smile, already faking a tired look, so she won't have to question me like I'm in an exam hall, but I failed when I smile, and she stands to access me through arm's length. Her first question got my thoughts reeling. "How handsome is he on the scale of one to ten?"

"Really? You don't even want to know if, yes or no, I got the job?" A typical Kyra wouldn't care externally; I don't know why I keep thinking she'll change.

"Well, about that...at least, you didn't come home with a somber expression, so I figured you got the job."

I roll my eyes before nodding affirmatively, "yeah, I got it."

"I knew you would. So, back to my question, did he have you wetting your pants?"

"Have you heard of this saying," she is quick to occupy the seat in front of me, ""curiosity kills the cat?""

"Yeah." She trails off into the distant.

"Then, you should know how to control your curiousness." She gives me her killer look, making me laugh to myself.

"I'm serious, Ana. How handsome was he in person? His face, his height? Tell me how tight his trouser his, and oh, did you see his bulge, maybe have a sense of thick and long his cock could be?" She keeps on ramping and to avoid her from knowing how those words affect me sensually, I leave for the kitchen room.

Inside, I start to prepare us sandwiches. My mind reels back to this morning, specifically Mr Nicholas's figure. He is so handsome in person that I'm afraid if I tell Kyra about it, she'll think I'm admiring him and yes, I am on the inside. His jet black hair that compliments his sharp facial features, bringing out every point and curve, plus the strands that drawls down the sides of his face. Also, his orange suit and inner yellow business shirt aligns an allure for his warm beige skin.

And to answer her most naughty question, although, I hadn't seen any bulges, I did see his ass inside that tight trouser.

Woah, okay, I need to stop thinking about that. Thankfully, Kyra walks in with a fake pained look. I laugh at her.

"I'm making us sandwiches."

"I don't want. I want to know what happened."

"I got the job, that's what happened. And yeah, I got favoured too." I say, and that's all I want to share.

"Fine. Fine." She says as she plops into the footstool.

I sigh. She's so demanding. She's like a Dom female. I resolve to answering her previous question.

"He's much more handsome in person." Jeez! Not she, having a bright look now. Not Kyra, having that bright look: my subconscious is sarcastically stating. "I met his friend too..."

"Woah, you mean, Hillary?"

"Yeah." I answer.

Recap: Hillary is popular in Kyra's work. He helped funded the company Kyra is working in few months ago, because of their great artistic paintings, which he loved.

Kyra has her palm under her chin. Her eyes are on me. "Hillary asked me a question about some novel he's working on, and I answered in a way that he loved, and Mr Nicholas said I got the job."

"Hillary has a good taste for beauty and brilliancy. Fuck."

"Language," I drawl.

"That's freakishly fucked. Congratulations, by the way. My manners." When she leaned closer, I thought she wanted to hug me, rather she grabbed herself a sandwich.

"Well, thank you, best friend." I say and she laughs.

"Let's celebrate that. I'm bringing the champagne."

"No, we were to suppose to keep it for a special day."

"And here is one." She retorts. We are broke and cannot afford another of such. Anyway, maybe she's right. I can not care for a night.

I nod my head, and she winks and goes to bring us cups. Landing it on the worktop table, I open the bottle and pour us both a drink.

"To you, getting a new job that I hope you'll find happiness in and help lessen the pain of the past." Kyra says. My gaze drop. No, not again. Her hand on my shoulder help me come back to the surface and I smile.

"To happiness."

We drink up. The rest of the night went boring, as such is my life at the moment. As I sleep off on the couch hours later, after drinking and tired to go to the room, the music playing lowly in the background, I hope that this new job will spice up something in my life. That night, I did not dream.