Chapter 5

The D day arrived, and thank God, Mrs. Hail had brought the documents Grace requested earlier; she even added some cash. They arrived at the airport and went straight to board. With one last look at her hometown, Grace boarded the plane.

Finding it difficult to believe that she was going to New York while the others were sleeping, Grace was deep in thought. Before she knew it, they arrived, and, OMG, New York was exactly as she had imagined—breathtaking. And while the others were busy taking pictures, she was crying tears of joy, tears of achieving her dreams. It was a first step, but she was happy.

Without wasting much time, they went to the hotel, and Mr. Bert told them to rest up; by tomorrow morning, they would have to present themselves, and it seemed like the new boss would be present too. After the lecture, he left so they could sleep. Because she was so tired, Grace slept off without checking around, which was what she had planned to do once she arrived.

When she opened her eyes, it was morning, and she was the only one who had not dressed up. According to one intake, they only had thirty minutes left before Mr. Bert arrived, and that was enough for her. She quickly jumped out of bed and freshened up, and before Mr. Bert arrived with the driver, she was ready.

On the way to the O.S. publishing film, Grace found out from Mr. Bert that the company was among the leading industries in the country. The new boss, being the only child of the Creeds, had a bunch of wealth, property, and establishments under his name. Now, he was the new president of the publishing industry—Noah Creed, what a peculiar name!

Grace decided to do a check on her soon-to-be boss on her own. When she did, there was no picture of him, but there was a lot of information about him. He was in his early thirties, married three times, and now a divorcee; a father, and about a month ago, his engagement to a beautiful, young aspiring model was made public.

Okay, that's not crazy at all. He must really be living up to his name. Just when she started to imagine what it would be like to work for such a person, Mr. Bert announced, “We are here.”

Grace gasped in awe the moment she saw the O.S. Publishing headquarters—a giant building covered with silver glass all over. She couldn’t even begin to count how many buildings were mashed together. “This is the biggest building I have ever seen in my fucking life.”

“No doubt, it is,” a woman she had never seen before, with her shallot black short gown, said behind her. Just as she was about to reply, Mr. Bert called out yet again.

“Grace! Come on, we don’t have all day, and I need to return to Canada today.”

“Oh, yes! Sorry,” she said, turning towards the lady. “Well, if you don’t mind,” she said, and she hurried over to be with others. They quickly went inside the building, and oh boy! It was indeed the industry of the wealthy—truly breathtaking.

 

After a brief discussion with the front desk, a lady from the first floor came and took them in. When they arrived, the scent and cool air that greeted them were heaven on earth.

There were a lot of intakes present. After what seemed to be forever, Mr. Bert finally came over and gave them some papers and a lecture, wishing them good luck. He exited the building.

Just like the other intakes from the other branches, they too sat down, waiting. A little after 12:30 pm, the office elevator opened, causing a lot of commotion. The staff that were chatting away on their phones and among themselves started to act busy.

Everyone, both senior and junior staff, suddenly became so coordinated that you would think the noises a few minutes ago were a dream. Grace looked at them confusedly, then turned towards the intakes. The puzzled yet lecherous expressions on their faces made her turn towards the opened elevator.

Now it was her turn to stare lecherously.

An angel walked in, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. A compact man, embodying every aspect of masculinity, just walked in. Soft golden hair flowed elegantly and was neatly tucked at the back of his head, creating a captivating contrast against his thoughtful eyes—a mesmerizing blend of blue and gold.

There was a hint of wariness in his gaze, a quality that could effortlessly transform into a warm and friendly smile when he felt at ease. This smile, filled with amusement, friendliness, and a touch of pleasure, had the power to evoke feelings of warmth and something more in many women. Although still at a distance, the man's beauty was undeniable.

Dressed in a black tuxedo with the white sleeves rolled up, the aura he exuded could make a woman wet. Grace couldn't help but imagine the sexiness of his long arm, and she could swear that it possessed the ability to fulfill a woman's deepest fantasies, reaching every desirable spot.

And what about his chest? Hell, don't even go there. As her thoughts wandered, she took a long-lasting look at his feet—oh hell!—and dared to imagine what that tight tuxedo was hiding underneath those long legs; without being told, you can tell from the position of his... Wait! His leg stopped moving. Why?

Then Grace realized that the reason she could ogle at him up close was because he had stopped right in front of her. When she mustered the courage to lift her head, she was met with a stunning view.

Did she say he looked like an angel? No, that was a mistake because the face staring at her right now was more like a god. His beautiful lips curled in a worried and slightly angry smile, but Grace didn't care.

At that moment, she was having some very arousing thoughts.

With those eyes staring wildly at her, she could only imagine what those lips could do. To.. "Stop, Grace; seriously, get your head together."

Just when she started to regret her perverted thoughts, the godlike figure spoke with a deep, manly yet arousing voice.

 

"If you're done with the ogling, do you mind getting out of the way? And please weep that drool off your face," he added.

"What? I don’t..." Grace couldn't finish her sentence before he pushed past her with a look of disgust on his face.

It was so embarrassing, and she realized the whole office witnessed what just happened. She felt her face flush. "Was I drooling, God? Let me just die," she mutters, covering her face with her hands.

"Yeah, at this point, that will be the only solution." A voice suddenly spoke from behind her.

"What?" Grace turned and saw the lady she'd met outside. Of course, someone this beautiful had to work here.

"Seriously, I'm a woman, you know?" the unknown woman teased.

"I am aware; I can see that," Grace replied to her strange comment. The two round balls on her chest could have fooled her, but what the hell?

"Well, well," she said annoyingly. "You can stop your ogling."

"What the hell?" Grace yelled, clearly frustrated. "I was not ogling. What’s your problem?"

 

"That’s not what it felt like," she responded, smiling and clearly enjoying Grace's frustration.

And in her frustration, Grace blurted out, "Well, too bad, I love dicks—you know, the long, big, and real ones." It might have been a bit bold for someone who hadn't been in a relationship, but she didn't really care.

As if that wasn't enough, the frog breast woman added, "What a coincidence, so do I, but I love them a little bigger, if you know what I mean." Susan laughed so hard that it made her tear up.

Realizing she needed to introduce herself before things got even more out of hand, she reached out her hands to Grace. "My name is Susan Freeman. It’s a pleasure to meet you, and I have a feeling you and I are going to be best friends," she said with an idiotic grin.

Grace looked from the stretched hands to her face and responded, "I doubt that." She then angrily went to her seat, and from the corner of her eyes, she could see Susan laughing at her. When she turned towards her again, Susan waved, but she pretended not to notice.

Grace couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling. "Something's off with me. I can't believe this happened on my first day. When did I get so, well, perverted?" She sighed, confused by the sudden change. She'd never been into dating or romance, but now, out of the blue, she caught herself daydreaming about her boss’s dick, a guy she'd just met.

"Shit. Let's see how this plays out," she muttered, a mix of worry and curiosity in her tone. Unlike her colleagues, Grace had a secret weapon up her sleeve. There was something they didn't know about her. As the office hummed with its usual activity, Grace, with her hidden agenda, stood ready for whatever twists and turns this new job might throw her way. Little did her coworkers suspect that beneath Grace's calm exterior, a storm of conflicting feelings and a well-kept plan were brewing.