5,000 Chapter 3 – My New Boss

Giselle Saavedra

I woke up early the next day to get ready for my visit to the Johnson Group of Companies—after all, it was the most famous and wealthiest company in the country. I wore a formal, knee-length cream-colored dress paired with a black blazer.

I left my long, straight hair down, applied some perfume, and quickly drove over. It was better to wait there a while than to get caught in traffic on the way.

I looked up at the twenty-eight-story building. Its massive name—Johnson Group of Companies—gleamed like gold. This was it. I took a deep breath before stepping inside.

While waiting in the lobby, I wondered which of the company's executives would become my boss. I hoped it wouldn't be someone easily fooled, like Mr. Sanchez. I frowned at the memory.

I shouldn't let that ruin my mood. I rubbed my belly. Thankfully, I didn't have morning sickness; it seemed my baby was being cooperative.

Baby?

Wow. It felt surreal to think I’d soon be calling someone "my child." A smile spread across my face. I wondered what the gender would be—boy or girl?

If it were a boy, would he look like *him*?

My face instantly flushed; even though a month had passed, I could still feel the intensity of his thrusts that night.

The way he had fully unleashed his manhood inside my tight passage. I felt like my womanhood had never quite returned to its original tightness.

His was just so huge... Ah! Damn it! Why am I thinking about things like that right now?

I wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead. It’s so annoying—why do I keep thinking about that guy?

“Miss Saavedra? This way, please,” a woman said.

I stood up in surprise but immediately nodded. “Miss Lorie?” I asked.

She smiled and nodded. “Yes, I am Lorie Santos, the Human Resources manager. Sorry for the wait; I was just waiting for Mr. Johnson to arrive.”

“M-Mr. Johnson?”

She nodded again. “You’ll be the new Executive Assistant to Jake Johnson, our current President and CEO. His father, Sir Jerry, has stepped down.”

I was stunned; I never imagined that my future boss would be the son of the richest man in the world.

Well, I hadn't seen Jake before since there were no photos of him online, but I was familiar with Jerry Johnson, as he frequently provided financial aid to the country.

The Johnson family owned some of the largest companies, spanning transportation, malls, hospitals, and much more. According to the last news report I saw on TV, their estimated net worth was around $500 billion.

I felt a bit nervous—worried I might not handle the job, especially given my situation—but the opportunity was too good to pass up, especially since the offer was nearly triple my previous salary.

As Miss Lorie and I walked down the hallway, she told me I needed to be constantly alert and careful. There was no room for error here; one mistake meant immediate dismissal from the company.

I stopped walking. Miss Lorie smiled and mentioned that, in fact, I was the only one selected out of nearly a thousand applicants. That was why she was so confident I could handle the job.

“Miss Lorie…”

I was about to say something else, but we stopped in front of an elevator. Miss Lorie turned to me and pressed the button. “The entire 28th floor is Sir Jake’s office.”

I nodded and waited for the doors to close. I didn’t know why my heart felt like it was about to explode from nervousness.

Relax. I’m already hired, right?

So this is just a formality—I just need to meet the new boss.

When the elevator opened, a receptionist was there. She smiled and said, “You can go inside now.”

I smiled and knocked. “Come in,” I heard a man say.

I counted to three before opening the door and stepping inside. I carefully closed it, then looked at the man seated in the middle of the spacious office.

I dropped the bag I was carrying in shock. I blinked several times. Was I dreaming? Wait, maybe he just looks like him.

I stepped back as the man stood up and walked toward me. He was so tall; I barely reached his chest.

“So we meet again,” he said.

Shit! Shit, shit!

It really was him!

The man I had that one-night stand with!

My baby’s father!

My baby?

Should I tell him I’m pregnant?

That we’re having a baby?

Hell no!

“S-Sir? What do you mean? We’re meeting for the first time.” I forced myself to look serious. He furrowed his brows slightly, looking taken aback, but I didn't care. I didn't want to think about that night anymore.

He smiled a little and nodded, “If you say so.”

He pointed to a small cubicle off to the side. “That will be your work station.”

Huh? Seriously? I wanted to scream. Why was my desk going to be inside his office!

I nodded, “Okay, Sir.”

He went back to his own desk and looked at me again. I swallowed hard. He was so handsome!

My gaze traveled down his body until it reached his trousers. There was a bulge there.

A bulge?

That hard thing... "Shut up, Giselle!

That’s exactly how you got pregnant!"

I scolded myself silently.

"Jenna will be the one to orient you," he said again.

I couldn't stop myself from asking, "Sir, is this really going to be my workstation? I could just sit next to Jenna."

He looked at me again—head to toe, actually. I felt a bit self-conscious. What was it about his eyes that made me feel like I was melting?

"Don't you want to be here with me?" he asked, catching me off guard. He quickly stepped closer and held my chin.

I clutched my head and took a deep breath. "Sir..."

"Do you really not remember me? It was barely last night. I can still feel the..." He trailed off, biting his lip.

"Wait! Mr. Johnson. Stop. Please. Whatever happened, let's just forget it. I mean, I was really drunk that night and dealing with so many problems. If anything did happen, let's just pretend it was a dream—or that nothing actually took place between us. I just want to work. I need this job," I said seriously.

He seemed taken aback and let go of my chin. He shook his head. "Okay." Then, he pressed a button on the phone.

"I need staff here."

In less than five minutes, five male staff members arrived.

"Please move Giselle's desk outside," he ordered.

I let out a breath of relief. "Thank you, Mr. Johnson."

His expression turned serious, and the playful look he’d had earlier vanished. He didn't move anymore, so I stepped out. When I glanced back one last time, he was looking at her again, but I quickly closed the door.

Was it the right decision for me to work here?