CHAPTER FOUR

"Place these in the organizer box, but first, ensure all the documents are signed," he drawled, as if it were inconsequential. I stared at the mountain of papers engulfing my desk, feeling suffocated.

I nearly choked, I swear. And its already 7:30 p.m.! Was he serious? Did he assume I had no personal life? He expected me to sift through this mountain of paperwork at this hour?

"Could this wait until tomorrow? It's already 7:30 in the evening, sir," I asked, struggling to keep the frustration from my tone. Please, a little consideration?

"You're my secretary, correct? Do your job." Without a backward glance, he strolled out, leaving me stranded in his ridiculously oversized office.

I ran my hands down my face, trying to figure out how to tackle this insane mess and somehow shoehorn it into that ridiculous organizer box.

You heartless, soulless jerk! I hope you encounter every red light on your way home, and then, upon arrival, realize you've left your room keys at the office. I'll pray for it, I swear!

Hours trickled by, and I was finally done checking the papers and organizing them into the box. My eyes ached terribly. I glanced at my wristwatch—almost 3:00 in the morning, unbelievable!

I tried to stretch my aching muscles and discarded the empty coffee cups that had kept me going all night. Should I head home? Yes, I deserved some sleep, even if just for an hour.

Dragging myself up, I stumbled out of Grump McGrumperson's office. As I stepped into the hallway, I froze. Another office down the hall had its lights on. How did I miss that yesterday? Or was I too preoccupied searching for him?

I crept closer, peering through the window, but the place was empty. Weird. I didn't mind it and trudged to the elevator. All I wanted was to go home and sleep, even if just for a few minutes or an hour. Oh God, please give me strength.

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"Oh, why are you only getting home now? And you look miserable, Samantha!" Grandma exclaimed, looking me up and down with a mix of confusion and concern. Ugh, should I confess that her beloved grandchild was the reason I looked like death warmed over?

"I'm just really enjoying my work, grandma, so I didn't notice the time passing so quickly," I lied through my teeth.

"Really? HAH! That's surprising," she asked, giving me a look that screamed disbelief, so I just smiled at her.

"And Kaizer didn't mention your late hours or overtime?" I shook my head. "Oh, he hasn't come home yet either. I guess he slept at his office. You didn't see him in his office?" Grandma added, her brow furrowed with confusion. Or I don't know, I just can't read her expression.

Besides the office where I was slaving away all night, I didn't see him in the other room. Unless he was sleeping inside of that room? Ugh, seriously? If he was there the whole time and didn't even bother to check on me? Haaa, would I even be surprised? He'd probably strangle me if he were annoyed enough.

"What's with that face?" My thoughts were interrupted by Lola, snapping me back to reality. I plastered on a smile and told her I was just going to my room for a quick nap, and she let me go without any more questions.

Thank you so much, grandma. And finally, I can sleep in peace.

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I wanted to scream so badly because it felt like no one would let me sleep. My face probably looked like I'd just eaten something disgustingly sour as I trudged toward the door.

Someone was pounding on my door. I had barely collapsed onto my bed when someone started banging like they were trying to break it down.

"Hold on!" I yelled, yanking the door open, and there he was—Kaizer 2.0, aka Kleo.

"Kleo," I said flatly, shoving his phone in my face. "Read." He said like he was disturbed.

It was a text from Kaizer because, obviously, there was a contact name.

'Tell her I need her here right now. If she's not here by 7:00 a.m., she's fired.'

AHHHHHH!!! Can I just burst into tears now? Really, is he still human?! Of course, he isn't.

"Tch, don't work if you can't be on time. You're disturbing everyone else,"he said, then turned and went back to his room. Grumpy much?

Ugh! I wanted to squish him like a bug! Seriously, can't I even get one freakin' hour of sleep?

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"Tsk, you're five minutes late, Ms. Samuel," he commented, not even looking up from his papers.

Wow, it's just five freakin' minutes! Does he even realize that I was up all night because of the work he dumped on me? Ugh, I wanted to punch him just to knock some sense into that thick skull of his.

"Sorry, sir," I said, forcing myself to sound polite as I went to my desk. I glanced at his table and saw it was completely empty— eh, what am I even doing here, and why did I have to come back so early!

And then he will text kleo 2.0: 'Tell her I need her here right now. If she's not here by 7:00 a.m., she's fired.' Seriously,Is he bored?

"We have a meeting at 9:00 a.m., so brace yourself. You look like a dead vegetable," he added, still not bothering to make eye contact. Wow? Did he know that he's the one who made me look like this?

I silently rolled my eyes, fantasizing about stabbing him repeatedly until he was definitely, irreversibly dead.

I snuck a peek at my watch—7:16 a.m. "Could I possibly sleep for a little while, sir?" I asked, figuring that since the meeting wouldn't start until 9, I might have time for a quick nap.

"No. Go buy food at the restaurant. I haven't eaten breakfast yet. Here's the money!" He plopped some bills on my desk and then just walked off.

I almost slap my own face for what he said.Seriously, what is wrong with this guy? Does he not have anyone else he can boss around? Can't he cook his own freakin' breakfast?, Avk nevermind, what do I expect to him.

Chill samantha you can do it, just goes with the flow.