Chapter 3

Hannah

"Let's go, let's go! You need to get ready!" Jules shouted as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

I look over at my clock that was sitting on my nightstand and saw it was only seven-thirty in the morning.

"Jules, come on, thirty more minutes."

"No! Absolutely not! Because you know what you'll do? You will say just thirty minutes, then you'll sleep for another two hours. And even if you only went to sleep for thirty minutes, it's going to be eight. Then you're only going to have 30 minutes to eat, take a shower, get dressed, get the coffee, and then drive to the office. And considering how clumsy you are, that's going to be another 15 minutes."

Always has to be right.

"Ugh, fine." I grumbled and got up.

"Great! Come and eat breakfast. I made eggs and waffles."

As soon as I heard breakfast, I rushed down those steps so fast.

"Don't get to tell me twice.''

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After I finished breakfast, I thanked Jules and headed for a shower. When I finished showering and brushing my teeth. I chose an outfit I got at the mall. I rolled my eyes and groaned at myself, thinking about the incident with my lingerie.

Thank God I never have to see him. I don't want all of my pride gone.

I pushed the thoughts away and headed back downstairs. Jules insisted on taking me to work because she wanted to drop me off on my first day. I didn't mind. I hated driving. Every time I put my hands on a steering wheel, even for a second, I would nearly have a panic attack.

Once I grabbed the keys, my purse, and locked the door, I ran out to the car since Jules was already inside the car. "Alright, the first stop is the coffee shop. I need to be in and out because it's already eight-twenty." I ordered while buckling my seat belt.

"Eye, eye, captain." She said and saluted me as we drove off.

This morning, about two hours before we woke up, I got an email ordering me all the information and details I needed to know about my boss and my job, including how he likes his coffee. When Jules reached the coffee shop, I quickly ran inside to get his coffee, while forgetting my own. But me being me, on my way back to the car, I accidentally tripped on my own feet. Yes, my own feet, and spilled the coffee.

" Zoo we mama that burns!" I hissed.

I began unbuttoning my blouse, trying to keep my body from getting burnt. I was grateful I had a thick tank top under. It stopped me from just wearing a bra out in the open and burning my entire body. I threw the blouse on the back seat and turned the air conditioner on.

When Jules saw what happened, she had an alarmed look on her face." Oh my gosh, Hannah, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It just burns a little. I'm going to go get his coffee again. I'll be back." I said, hurriedly running inside the coffee shop for the second time.

Thankfully, I didn't spill this one. I blew some hair out of my face as I sat in the front seat and placed the coffee in the cup holder.

" Go! Go! Go!"

Jules quickly complied. When we finally arrived, I stared out the window, and it looked like we were in a different city. Everything was fancy and elegant. Way different from what I'm used to.

As I was getting the coffee and my purse and was getting ready to get out, Jules pulled me back.'' Go kill 'em, girl! You've come so far, and I'm proud of you. And remember to please at least talk to one person. Yourself doesn't count.'' She encouraged, laughing.

″ I'll try to. I can't guarantee it.'' I said, waving her goodbye and running into the building.

I saw an elder lady who appeared to be in her late 50s and assumed she was the receptionist.

'' Excuse me, Madam, can you show me where I might find Mr. Capone?"

"Yes, dear. Take the first elevator and go up to the tenth floor, then knock on door five forty-nine.''

I thanked her made my way there. Once I reached the door. I quickly knocked and heard a deep voice. '' Come in!"

I walked in and kept my head down while handing him the coffee.

" Your late Ms..."

" Ms. Brown. It's Ms. Brown, sir.''

" Yes. Ms. Brown, you are late. I hate when my assistant is late especially, on the first day." He said aggressively.

At this time, I stole a glance, trying to see his face properly, and thought I saw a ghost.

Wait, it can't be...no. Why? Why does this have to be my boss? Please just kill me now.

No such luck. It was him. The same guy I bumped into, thought was a wall and accidentally left my lingerie too. Here he was, right in front of me.

Maybe he doesn't even recognize me. He probably witnessed thousands of gorgeous women every day. Why would he remember me.? And even if he did, so what. I'm just overthinking this as usual.

This was the moment he looked up from his work. I knew it was just a matter of time before he realized who I was.

He stared at me a little longer, then went back to his work. Just as I thought I was off the hook, he said, "The next time you come late to my office again you'll be fired."

" Yes sir."

" Good. I need you here at nine every day. You will work right next to me, in the corner over there. You will get my lunch at exactly twelve. And you will listen to everything I say."

"Yes sir. " I said, not meeting his eye, while he was looking straight at me.

" Good, set up your desk over there, and once you're settled, I will give you your work."

" Yes sir."

"You may go now."

It wasn't like my desk was very far since I was still in his office, but his office was big, probably bigger than my room, so it wasn't a far walk. As I got up, I heard him slam his fist. When I turned around to see what had happened, he looked aggravated again.

What is your problem?

"Hold on." He said in a sharp tone.

As I sat back in the chair, he narrowed his eyes further. "Ms. Brown, what is wrong with you?"

I was taken aback by this. " Excuse me?" I asked, looking at him through my eyelashes.

"Stand up." He ordered, and I stood quickly.

"What are you wearing? Your top and skirt are stained with coffee. This is no way to show up to work."

"I am so sorry sir, I started with a bad day, then I-" 

He cut me off before I could finish. "Ms.Brown, I do not care. You need to go clean yourself off. I will have your work on my desk. You can collect it when you're done. Now please get the hell out of my office."

"Yes, sir," I said, holding back tears.

I was always overly sensitive. That was another reason I got bullied so much. People would make fun of me and know I would cry over it.

I quickly ran out of his office before he could see my tears and have another reason to yell at me. When I reached the nearest restroom, I looked in the mirror and saw I looked dog crap. My hair was no longer in a ponytail. Instead, the rubber band was almost falling off my hair, and many pieces were in front of my face. The tank top I had on was drooped low, making my boobs visible. And my skirt was filled with coffee stains. I peeked outside to see if there was any way to find different clothes and only saw a small towel. I knew I had only one option. I was going to come out crying or ready to work.

I will not lose all of my pride on the first day.

Once I dried my tears, I knocked on the door. After he says to come in, I open the door and step inside. "Take my jacket. Considering how short you are, it should be long, but that's all I have. So take it, get these files, and get to work." He orders.

" Yes sir," I replied and grabbed getting the black jacket he had on his desk. I was trying to get the files at the same time and accidentally dropped them.

''You are a walking disaster." Mr. Capone mumbled.

"Sorry," I said sheepishly and started picking the files up.

When I finished, I organized my desk and got settled. At first, I didn't understand any of it, but I eventually got the hang of it.

Soon it was time to go. But when I got home Jules wasn't there, and I was too tired to worry about it, so I decided to ask her in the morning.

I think this day went well.