He was touched. He hated seeing women crying. He had no choice. After all,he didn't want to go back on his words to his brother. "Okay,okay,fine. Have your seat. Let's get started," he said to her assurance.
" Thank you so much,"she appreciated as she had her seat before him and he began his questions. She answered them sincerely but paused to look at him when he cleared his throat.
"Answer this faithfully," he commanded.
She nodded.
"Are you married or into any sort of relationship?" He asked,looking straight into her eyes.
"Is that part of the interview..... Sir?"
"You're going to be my P. A,so I need to know you're going to be chanced anytime, any day," he said.
Wow! The salary will be so high,she thought. It was funny that she didn't even know the position she was applying for. "The answer is no. I'm neither married nor into any relationship," she answered firmly and met his eyes.
James averted his gaze and grumbled what she couldn't decipher. "Okay. Can you start now?" He asked.
"Start what? Work?" She asked and paused to reason. "Oh,my God! Of course, yes. Thanks a lot. I love you — Oh,oh! I mean, I love this company. It's the best," Joyce said joyously.
"Hey! Don't make a fuss here. Minimize the way you talk and mind your words," he warned.
"Yes,sir"
"Also, "he paused and surveyed her. "Punctuality is the sole of business. You must be punctual and regular. Do I make myself clear?" James legislated.
"I'm always punctual. You're the reason I came late," Joyce muttered but he heard her.
"In what way? Can you explain?" He inquired.
"Never mind. I don't wish to tell you," she replied and smiled which quenched the flame of anger that was just building inside of him.
He murmured and pondered quickly. "As my P. A,you must not,I repeat,you MUST —"
"You must not keep anything away from me,is that it?" Joyce completed.
"Seems you're smart. I like that," James commented, then noticed her dressing to be the same as his. He smiled with the corner of his mouth but said nothing. She didn't seem to notice that though.
Moments later,they started talking about her duties and responsibilities as a Personal Assistant to him. Joyce agreed to some duties and nodded but refused to say a word when he mentioned one.
"What! Why should I be the one to wake you up? That early? How?" She asked furiously but didn't show it. She couldn't help but think it was absurd for a P. A to do. Can't the boss wake up by himself? He was just too proud. What an arrogant man!
"I will answer your bombarded questions. You're to wake me up everyday and you should do that because you are my P. A. Five 'o' is early enough for you. What should you still be doing in bed? And you can do this through your cellphone," James answered,one after the other,to her surprise.
"I'm sorry,sir. I won't be doing that. I will still be sleeping," she protested peskily.
"I'm your boss. You do as I say"
"Okay. I will try — sir," Joyce said formally.
Disregarding the expression on her face,he welcomed her into the company and told her he expected her to be a loyal and diligent worker.
Joyce was taken to her own office and she was very happy. She couldn't believe it herself, though it was happening for real. She contacted her parents and told them about the good news. They were so happy for her. Their needs will finally be met. They were elated for their daughter and congratulated her.
She also called Peter and told him about it and thanked him for his help. They were still discussing when the telephone rang,so she ended the call and put the receiver to her ear.
"Hell ow!" She pronounced.
A masculine voice spoke. "You're not to wear the same dress as mine,alright?"
"But,sir,I can't prevent that," she tried to protest,knowing who was on the line.
"Then,write a weekly time table of your dressing and give it to me,so I can avoid it," James uttered.
"What!" Joyce exclaimed.
James got to his car and opened the door for his fiancee to alight. That was what they had planned that morning when Annabelle had uninvitedly visit her house to apologize and explain the reasons behind her actions.Joyce had found out that her story of being sexually molested by her uncle was true and Vivian had used that as her first weapon, promising to help her fly out of the country if she would obey her."I really hesitated at first because I knew it was wrong and because you were so nice to me, but my desperation to escape from my uncle got the best of me and I had no choice but to do it, especially after Vivian told me that she was initially with Mister James before you ruined it,"Annabelle had explained earlier that morning.Joyce did not seem shocked after hearing her explanation that morning. She was only disappointed in her. But she understood her. She had her reasons, just that her way of making things right
James brought Joyce and her mother home after leaving the police station. The DPO had sent some of his men to Vivian's address that he had given to have her arrested.But, throughout their ride in the car, Joyce did not say a word, nor did she even glance at him once from where she was sitting beside him. He was the one stealing glances and yearning for her to meet his eyes and that was quite torturing for him. She had changed and he hoped that the reason should just be that she was stressed out and not because she had gotten tired of him.He didn't want that. He never did.He parked in their front porch and alighted to help Joyce out of the car. Her mother joined them, holding Joyce's other hand and started walking her in. She was too weak to be able to walk on her own."Sorry, my dear," Felicia said as she opened the front door for them to go inside."Oh, dear! You got me s
In no time,they were in DPO's office and James had questioned him as to the reason he had Joyce arrested when he had clearly stated that he had no intention of pursuing the case.The officer smiled a little at James' reaction. "Sir, you know it is actually impossible for us to take such step without prior permission," he explained."Then, who gave you the permission?" James was curious. He knew the only people who could give suslch permission was his family,but who exactly was it?"Your mother came here and inform me that you changed your mind about the case and that you wanted the culprit to face the wrath of the law," the police man expounded.James placed his elbows on the desk before him and buried his face in his palms. How could his mother do that? What had even gotten into her? For as much as she knew,she really loved Joyce as her own child. But why would that change all of a sudden? He trie
James was almost at his mother's house when his phone started ringing. He looked at the screen and saw that it was Joyce's mother calling him. What could be wrong? She had never called him ever since the incident happened. Not for once. He feared something might have happened to Joyce, so he quickly answered the call and greeted.The woman did not answer his greeting but went directly to her reason for calling her. One should not heat around the bush in cases like hers or it would be dangerous. "I beg of you, my dear, let Joyce be released from the police's custody. She knew absolutely nothing about the money," she was in tears and that was noticeable through her voice.James felt shivers ran down his spine. What was she talking about? Joyce? In police's custody? How? When?He swerved to the side of the road, halting the car with the ignition on. "What!" That was the only word that had the courage to leave his mouth despite all the
James glared at her as they got into the compound. He was furious. He had actually not expected that of Vivian. He was aware that she did not seem to like Joyce with reasons that are vague to him, but she should not have blurted it out like that. It was an embarrassment to him and would definitely tarnish Joyce's reputation with his workers. He did not want that.Vivian could only give an evil smile as she folded her arms and watched his actions. Exactly what she wanted, to make him mad.She loved seeing him in such a state. She knew he was trying to tell her something with the way he opened his mouth and closed them back. He seemed too angry to say anything, so she decided to help him out. "Are you perhaps wondering how I got to know about it?"James narrowed his eyes at her. That was not exactly what she was pondering on, but it would not be so bad to know where she got the news from. "Yeah?" No one knew about the issue
James was in his office for the first time in weeks. He needed to go if he did not want his company to liquidate. He had to monitor the business going on in the company or he was going to lose a whole lot.Things had not been very easy for him. He had not been doing well and the sadness within him was boldly written on his face. Anyone could see that he had not been his usual self. Most of his employees had been asking him what was wrong with him and all he could tell them was that he fell sick. That was not a lie actually, and it was definitely not the truth as well. But he could not just be explaining everything that happened to them. That was his personal life and problem.He managed to finish some paperworks at work and gave the rest up till the following day. He had piles of files to go through. How he wished Joyce was still with him! Those contracts would take her not more than a day to review,which would make it easier for him to