Victor came to me and put his hands on my shoulders. He looked into the mirror as he exclaimed, “You are a Goddamn sexy hot blonde, Henrietta.”
I chuckled, “I know.” hell I am.
There, Victor swept my hair to the back and hooked them across my ear. He touched my left face and laid his fingers at the spot right below the tail of my left eyebrow, where my only mole on my face is.
“This mole is the most sexiest trait on your face, use it wisely as I would say.”
After finding myself a perfect wig, we chose a pink leather handbag on our way to our next stop. For our next stop, Victor took me to the cosmetic department.
April, 2021. Today, the time has finally come. After I ensure I am one hundred percent prepared to step on the route of my revengeance, I set off from my penthouse for Minerva. As I arrive at Minerva, I look up to the beautiful contemporary high rise building that my parents built. It was a long time ago I last had the chance to take a glance at it. It now looks a little bit different from what was printed in my memories, but I think it is alright for now, because once I take Jamie Lee Peyton down and take over the company, I will turn the building back to how it looked like during its earliest days. Deeply, I take a breath. Once I pick up my courage, I take my step and walk into my battlefield.
My name is Henry Iverson. On my first day at work as the architectural designer of Minerva, I find myself becoming the CEO’s secretary instead.Now that I recall, I finally understand their odd feedback they gave me that day during the interview session on my decision of applying for THAT position on that application form.And I see why they need a new CEO secretary, because the one who was interviewing me is expecting a labour, and I am here to take her place as the new CEO secretary!While I am still sinking in my thoughts, the huge wooden doors next to the desk are suddenly opened, pulling me back to my senses.There, as the doors are opened, a fair man in short blonde hair comes out from the office. I&rsqu
Just as I am immersing myself in my thoughts, Jamie Lee Peyton who is sitting at his table suddenly coughs twice. Perhaps he wanted to clear his throat, but his face is telling me that he was trying to gain my attention.Putting up a wry smile, I slowly walk away from the door and come to his front. I cover my crotch with my handbag as I stand straight on my high heels, trying to prevent my bulge from shaping out from under the skirt.As I look prepared to listen to him, with the end tip of his pen, Jamie Lee Peyton points at the analogue clock hanging against the wall.“What time do you think now is?” he asked.I turn my head to the clock, I remember I learned how to read an analogue clock when I was in
The light swirls in my eyes a little as I blink my eyes twice, “Do you like my pink handbag?” I know it, he kept looking at it when I first arrived, he is jealous about my pink handbag!“I hate it.”Huh? What? But!“It looks horrible. If you haven't realized, your bag is embarrassing me, and it is causing a huge damage to the company’s image.”Shh! She can hear you! And who are you to say that to my lovely pink handbag!? What the hell is this dude talking? What does he know about women's bags!?“Take this card.” boldly, he throws a Centurion Black Card on the table, the card slides for a bit until it hit
After Jamie Lee Peyton showed me his attitude this morning, I have myself prepared to welcome a long hard day for my first day at work. However, before I can put my courage and strength to the battle and fight, Jamie Lee Peyton walks out of his office and comes to me.“Boss!” I called in a man’s voice, “I mean, boss.” and then in a woman’s voice after I cleared my throat. I stand up from my seat, “How may I help you?” I asked, trying to show him some efficiency and some performances.“Ms. Chandelier.”While there, Jamie Lee Peyton suddenly called my name. Is he going to pick on me again? If he is, I think I can take it, ridicule o
The next morning, I wake up much earlier than usual and get prepared for work. I take a cab and arrive at the company at six thirty, which I am extremely certain that Jamie is not going to be any earlier than me.However, just as I reach my desk, I see lights seeping out of the gap of the huge wooden doors. Jamie is now inside the office.Oh no, oh no, oh no.What time did he enter? Ain’t he the boss? Why would he need to be here so early?How long has he been in there? Did he even go home yesterday? Did he sleep in the office? How is it possible for me to be here earlier than him? What time exactly should I be here for the rest of my days!?No! If I
We can definitely have some talks about work and company. Since I am new here, I certainly have an excuse to start a talk intending to know more about this company and my job in the future. Work talk is perfect to fill the empty spaces here, but... won’t it bring less affability?Right, how about we talk about our families? Topics about families always bring people together, like our parents, siblings, relatives, and even pets... That’s a perfect idea! But wait.I heard Mila said Jamie doesn't like to be addressed by his family name, doesn’t that mean that he doesn’t like to be reminded with family related things? Talking about families might lead things to an opposite effect, I believe that can get me into more trouble.So, no work, no families, what
Afternoon sun shines, people are walking out of their office buildings and walking into the streets like swarms of bees, heading to where they need to take their meals.I am currently sitting in the driver seat of a Mercedes-Benz S-Class. My tight skirt almost spit into half when I spread my legs. I place my hand on the steering and place my foot on the brake pedal.Wickedly, I smirk at Jamie who is sitting at the back through the rear view mirror. If only my eyes can talk——Brace yourself, Jamie. For the first time of my life, I am going to drive in high heels.Just by the moment I am ready to start the car, I pull the gear and release the brake. However, just a second before the moment I am going to move my foot to the accelerator pedal, my ankle bends to the ri