CHAPTER 7

Maya's POV:

Monday morning came by so fast and once again, I was on my way to work.

Vi gave me a bunch of work outfits to wear for the time being, before I was able to go shopping with my first salary.

I was dressed in a lovely white gown with a black belt hooked around my waist, accentuating my curves nicely.

“Hi Nina! How are you?”

“Hi boo! I'm fine, thank you. Have a lovely day”

The receptionist blew a kiss in my direction.

I giggled as I signed in the attendance book and made my way to the elevator doors.

The small talk in the elevator reduced as other employees stepped out at their respective floors.

“Bye Maya, it was nice to meet you”

Alice, the last employee apart from myself, stepped out at the 57th floor with a friendly wave in my direction.

I waved back and went back to staring at my black flats. All I could think about was Mr. Armando and if I would be getting the same treatment I got last time.

I stepped into the large office and noticed that his seat was empty.

Ha! Look who’s late to work now!

I thought with an eye roll as I walked into my cute office space.

Work quickly took over my senses as I whipped out the company's laptop from my work bag.

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In a few hours, I had edited and sent important files to Mr. Armando's email, scheduled meetings and answered his phone calls as he wasn't around to do so.

I jumped in my seat when I heard my boss's door bang open loudly, accompanied by a tiny shrieking voice.

“You can't keep treating me like this Dante boo!!”

“Are you even listening to me?!?!”

Dante boo?

I snickered, leaning close to the door to listen in on what was going on when my office intercom buzzed.

My boss's husky voice filled my ears,

“I need a cup of coffee muñeca, two sugars” The call ended.

This nickname again?!

I immediately got up and moved out of my office.

The first thing I saw was Mr. Armando seated on his desk chair, wearing similar attire to what he wore the last time I saw him.

I’ve only seen this man in office clothes, I wonder how he would look with casual clothes on..

He was absentmindedly looking through some files with a bored, uninterested expression.

Standing right in front of his shiny black desk, stood a tall model-like figure.

Her long brunette hair swayed in a ponytail and a snake tattoo crawled down her right shoulder.

She wore a mini skirt and a crop top, exposing a lot of her olive skin.

She looked almost perfect, with doll-like features.

“Good morning Mr. Armando, here are some of the new contracts I edited and printed”

I dropped a Manila folder on my boss's desk and excused myself, before I got sucked into the confrontation going on.

Mr. Armando stared at me intensely without saying anything, which made me slightly uncomfortable.

“Morning Miss” I smiled politely as I walked past the tall woman.

She glared daggers at me and turned her attention back to Mr. Armando.

“Who is this? Your new whore for the day?!”

My mouth parted in shock and I placed my palm on my chest.

Was she talking about me? As in? Me?

I stared inquisitively at Mr. Armando to determine if I would answer the banshee or not.

He hit his palm on his desk and rose up from his desk with irritation seeping through his demeanor. That must’ve hurt.

“Miss Bella Romero! This is my personal assistant and you have no right to speak to her like that!”

Was my… was my boss defending me? I couldn’t believe it.

“I’ve had enough of your nonsense! Get out of my office now or I’ll kick you out myself”

Mr. Armando barked harshly at the woman named Bella and even I felt bad for her.

Everywhere got so tense after that.

I didn’t know what to do so I stood still by the door and waited for instructions.

“I’ll take this up with your mother! I’ll tell her you treat me badly!”

Mr. Armando chuckled sarcastically.

“Tell Mama I said hi”

Bella, obviously used to the reaction from the angry brown-haired man, huffed and stomped her feet before catwalking out of the office.

Not before sending me a murderous glare on her way out.

What's this lady's problem for Christ's sake?!

I tried to hold myself from saying anything to the annoying lady, but my wide mouth betrayed me once again…

“These glares won't do sweetie, set a day and time so we can fight it out” I said sweetly and blew a kiss in her direction, slamming the door when she got out.

“Did you really have to say that Ms. Jensen?”

Mr. Armando’s once irritated features, stared in mild amusement with his full lips slightly lifted up in a sly smirk.

I blushed and stared sheepishly at my black flats,

“Sorry sir. She started it and I couldn't help it”

Mr. Armando seemed to like to stare a lot, I noticed.

“Is there something on my face Sir?”

“No Ms. Jensen, I'm just wondering if this mouth of yours would become a problem for me. Now, get my coffee!”

I rushed out of the office when the seated man raised his voice at the end of his sentence.

Bipolar much? I thought we were getting along!

I muttered and grumbled about my boss’s attitude problems while I brewed the cups of coffee.

I made two cups - one for me obviously and one for Mr. Grumpy pants.

Walking back into the office, I dropped Mr. Armando’s coffee and carefully walked back to my office with the hot mug in hand.

Once again, no appreciation or acknowledgment from grumpy pants.

I'll put salt in his coffee next time, maybe that'll teach him manners.

I could feel eyes on my back as my hips swayed in the direction of my door.

I slammed the door shut and leaned against it, not before glancing at Grey eyes looking quizzically in my direction.

I've had enough drama for today.

I sighed heavily as I plopped on my comfy office chair, staring at the city of New York through my open windows.

I couldn't help but think about what just happened in my boss’s office,

Bella Romero..

Who was that woman?

Why did that name sound familiar?

I definitely did not want to be involved in my boss’s drama,

But I couldn’t help but wonder the relationship between Dante and the brunette model..