Chapter Three: Plan.

Chapter Three: Plan.

“WELL, CONGRATULATIONS! Maybe, if you applied to MFC earlier, your life would be easier by now. Why didn't you when you had the chance back then?”

Donna asked after I passed the interview with barely exerting effort. I quickly went over to Donna’s house right after the interview. She was the first person that came to my mind just like what happened five years ago. Mom didn't know that I quit being a manager at the restaurant I was working at, even my application to MFC. I’m still afraid to tell her the truth. While Donna on the other hand, knows everything. She was like my human diary, she’s full of my secrets. Well, I bragged about having sex with Brandon and she knows that he’s Brent’s father. If Donna became my enemy, I would definitely be doomed.

“You know the reason, Donna!” I exclaimed.

“Geez! If I were you I would definitely do that earlier. Your ego made you live hell, Kayla. You exhaust your ass off just to pay for your family's expenses with a full time and part time job. If I were you, I would definitely ask Brandon’s help in the first place,” Donna replied. “But! I’m not in your situation so… I won't judge you.”

I rolled my eyes after hearing her tell me everything that she would have done if she were in my situation. She won't judge but slap me the truth for being such a paranoid brat helding her ego up higher than her height.

“Now your problem is to tell him about your son! How the heck would you tell him if you hid Brent for five years?” she asked, raising her other brow. I pouted and then slapped her left shoulder. “Ouch!”

“That was for ruining my moment. I was just about to tell you that Brandon seems to remember me,” I said.

Her mouth parted as it curved into a circle. “What? You said he seemed drugged that night? How could he possibly remember?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. He looked at me like he knew me. The interviewer seemed not convinced with my answers when she questioned me and was about to be dismissed but Brandon told her something like this.” I straightened my back and tried to mimic what Brandon said. “Tell her she’s hired and start tomorrow, I like her.”

Donna’s eyes widened as she gasped and held her mouth open. “Oh my God! I think he really did remember you—for Godsake! Maybe he was just amazed by your cleavage, girl!”

“What?” I asked.

“Look at your cleavage, they were showing off at me. Saying that they’re bigger than mine. Hello boobies!” She even waved at my breasts while looking at it.

“Donna! I’m serious!”

She laughed. “Seriously, maybe your answer did impress him. Having sex with you doesn't mean he will hire you as a secretary. A secretary is a serious job, Kayla. He wouldn't hire you just because you have sex with him and he remembers you.”

I slowly nodded. Well, that was true. Maybe he did remember me but he wouldn't hire me if it was just because we have sex. He has a great reputation and he doesn't want that to be ruined by a mere secretary. Now that I think of it, I started to feel nervous. What kind of boss is Brandon? Is he strict or an easy-going boss? I slightly bit my lower lip and imagined what would happen if we were inside his office, alone. Oh my…

“God, Kayla! Don't imagine such things when you're still with me!”

My eyes widened and slapped Donna again for making fun of me. This girl always interrupts in the middle of my day dreaming but still my best girl as ever!

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“KAYLA! COME HERE and look at what you’ve done!”

I almost jumped out of where I was standing the moment I heard Brandon’s yell echoed around the office. The employees turned their heads to me as if they were apologizing for what I have to face.

I imagined that my first day of work would be better if I did things that he didn't ask me but he needed so I do it without his command. But then that was just my expeculations, and my imagination didn't go well. Now I’m fucked up for ruining my first day, his first impression to me.

My hand’s sweating, I held on the doorknob tightly, then I took a deep breath and took it out before I finally got the courage to open the door. When I went inside his office, I was surprised to see the coffee that I put on the top of his table. It spilled and the papers were all wet with the coffee. Brandon was fuming mad, while his left hand massaged his temple, and the other was on his hip.

“Why did you get me a coffee when I didn't ask you to?” He looked up at me, gritting his teeth. “Look at what happened!”

I bit my lower lip as held down my head to apologize. It was my first day and I think he was disappointed. I guess doing things that he didn't ask me to do isn't what he wanted. My idea didn't go well, it only ruined me.

All I thought was that he remembers me, but I think I was wrong. Because the moment I entered his office this morning, he didn't look at me the same way he did at the interview yesterday. Some employees told me that I just need to be patient right now because Sir Brandon is having a hard-time accepting the fact that his girlfriend broke up with him. It was just a few weeks ago and he’s still upset so I have to bare with it.

Hearing that news made me feel relieved. At least there is no hindrance like a girlfriend that would get mad once I tell him about Brent. But then, telling him when he’s disappointed would also be a hindrance.

“I’m really sorry, Sir! Sorry!” I apologized.

“Clean it up!” He threw the other papers he was holding. “And then print it again!”

I apologized again then I went over to his table. He sat down on his swivel chair instead of standing up for me to have access to his table.

“S-sir, can you move so I can take all the paper?” I asked.

“I want to rest! Can you clean it up without disturbing me?” he exclaimed, irritated.

My heart almost jumped out of my chest because of his sudden burst out. To avoid his anger, I quickly move to reach the papers. The wide table made it harder for me to reach it since I'm petite. I went on the left side to pick up the other papers and then on the right side to get the cup and saucer. But I couldn't reach the papers in front of him. I didn't have a choice but to go in front of him and tried to get it but because the table was wide, my breasts pressed on the table as I tried to reach it. He can see me trying hard but he seems determined not to move an inch.

Is this really the Brandon I saw in the magazines? The Brandon that is almost perfect and has a good boy reputation? If he was always like this, how could I tell him about Brent? I’m afraid he’ll yell at me like this once I told him right away.

After getting the papers I quickly threw it in the trash bin and looked for a cloth to wipe his table. I got it inside a small cabinet. After taking all the things that I need to use, I turned my head to Brandon’s table but to my surprise, I caught him staring at me, exactly to my bottom. He quickly turned his swivel to the other direction and I shook my head. Is he really looking at my buttocks? Shit…

I gently wiped off every drop of coffee that was spilled all over his table desk. To reach the end, I leaned forward and my breast pressed again on the table. He looked in my direction and his eyes darted on my cleavage that was showing in front of him. I am lying if I say that I didn't want the way he stared at it but because I like it, I pressed it more to have him have a great look at my chest.

I wiped the table slowly as I saw how a hint of desire glazed through his eyes. The way he looked away and a lump in between his neck moved up and down, I knew that he was attracted to me…

“C-can you clean it up faster?” he asked, stuttering.

Then a small smile carved into my lips, continuing on cleaning the table. Now I have a way to get him slowly.

I should seduce him and then make him fall in love with me. In that way, it would be easier to talk about our son.