1ST DAY DRAMA BEGINS.

1ST DAY DRAMA BEGINS.

Finn's white shirt was stained with blood around its neckline, and around the short sleeves as well. His trousers were dirty on the knees, and his face looked tired, yet innocent. He had stayed in the bus till the cops went by, and took the body away.

He had helped them move the body, and he was let go after the cops saw the camera inside the bus.

He went to the company looking that dirty. He knew that he was already late to the company, and it was his first day, but if he had returned home for a shower, he would have been worse in his lateness.

He dragged his legs behind him when he walked inside the company like a zombie craving blood. Everyone he walked by looked at him cautiously, eyes lingering on his bloody shirt.

He was shy of the eyes on him, he locked his gaze on the floor, and like that, he couldn't see who was coming, and he bumped into someone. He fell forward and would have landed on the floor heavily like his glasses did, but he was grabbed.

The person he bumped into grabbed his stomach before he could hit the floor. The hands were around him, and he was raised to his feet.

"I'm sorry." He quickly apologised before he raised his eyes to see who helped him. His eyes almost rolled out of their sockets when he saw his boss.

There stood Claire Emir, the sole heir of Emir-Entertainment. She was a beauty with long brown hair, her face was oval, making her jaw sharp and shaped. Her eyes were green, and her eyelashes were fixed into a little long one.

Her nails were painted black, and she was clad in a black suit jacket and a pair of trousers. The jacket had a deep V-neck on her chest, putting her fairness and smoothness on view.

She was a sweet woman and often smiled at everyone, at least when she was in a good mood. Like now.

"You, you are the boss." Finn said, and quickly took a step backwards, bowing to her, "I'm sorry."

Claire looked around at the mess caused by the bumping, and nothing was messy, except Finn's glasses on the floor, and his office bag.

She bent down to the things and picked them up, she gave them to him, saying, "Sorry, I was not looking at where I was going."

Finn was not expecting that from a woman everyone feared. He was expecting something more strict and maybe a loss of his job.

"No, madam, I should be the one to apologise. I'm sorry."

Claire nodded to his apology and continued her walk towards the door with two guys by her side. She halted after taking two steps away and looked at Finn over her shoulder.

"By the way, new guy," She called to get his attention. When he looked at her, she said, "Nice ass you have there." And she walked away.

"Awwn! The boss complimented the new guy's ass." Some of the employees wowed.

"And she's right, he does have the right ass."

'Right ass? What's that?' Finn wondered within himself. He threw his laptop bag behind him to cover his ass and ran towards the elevator for an escape. All eyes followed him.

When he got to the 25th floor in the company, he asked for directions to a restroom and he was directed. He got into the restroom and locked the door behind him.

Finn put his bag on one of the washing hand basins, and slowly turned his back to the mirror, looking at his buttocks. He broke into a smile with the boss's words creeping into his head.

"She likes my buttocks."

He smiled nonstop and pulled his sleeveless sweatshirt up to his chest to see his buttocks clearly. "It really looks nice."

Finn was smiley when he opened his bag and brought out a spare shirt. He knew he was clumsy, so he had always had an extra shirt with him for emergencies. He changed his shirt and threw the stained one into a polythene bag.

He rearranged his dyed dark hair and adjusted his glasses before carrying his bag. He slowly turned his back to the mirror again and smiled wider, before walking out of the restroom.

He trashed his stained shirt in a trash can.

Finn found his way to the receptionist's desk on the floor.

When the receptionist saw him approaching her desk, she smiled at him, "Hi, how may I help you today?"

"My name is Finn Gleet, I'm new here."

"Finn Gleet." She repeated the name and checked the list of names in the file in front of her. "Got it."

She raised her head to him, "Finn Gleet, you are employed to be one of Madam Claire's secretaries."

"Secretaries?" He asked her.

"Yes. If I'm not mistaken, you are her 12th secretary, and you are the cutest of them all, so get ready for anything."

"Anything like what?"

Her upper lip tilted upward and her eyes held mischievousness, "Anything."

Finn gulped.

She walked out of her cubicle and went to a side where she picked up a box. She took it to Finn, "Here, this is yours, and your space is waiting for you."

She pointed at the hallway, "Walk straight, and you will get to an open space, search for the table with the number '12' and that's yours."

Finn nodded to her and pushed his glasses back to their place with his index finger, "Thank you."

"Enjoy your day."

Finn followed the direction given to him, and he got to a space filled with people both male and female. Immediately, they noticed him, they all kept quiet, and he did not pay any attention to any of them. He was busy looking for his number.

He found it, but someone was in the seat. He dropped the box in his hand on the table and dropped his bag on the box.

"This is my space." He said to the one occupying his seat.

"So? Do you mean I should stand up?" The one asked him with a furrowed brow, and even as a guy, he was chewing gum and was loudly making a noise with it.

Something Finn hated.

"Yes," Finn replied to him.

"Make me."