Chapter 3

Meadow

"Did you just say Jamey Salvador? As in my boss... Jamey Salvador? I ask the nice guy who helped me up.

"Yup…As in your boss... Jamey Salvador. Are you new here?"

"Yes, I am. I'm supposed to be his new secretary," I said in disbelief

"Oh my god!" The nice guy burst out laughing so hard that tears filled his eyes. I just stand there staring at him in disbelief. Was I already fired before I even started? Did I just lose my dream job? Was my boss really that much of an asshole? I'm pulled out of my train of thought by a hand shaking my shoulder lightly.

"What's your name, beautiful?" the nice man asks

"I'm Meadow white," I say, still in shock

"Nice to meet you, Meadow white. I'm Omar Agee, Jamey's best friend and president of Salvador Inc. Welcome to the Company, let me show you around."

"I still have my job? I asked in all seriousness, but he laughed.

"You're really funny, do you know that? Let's go, you don't want to add more diesel to the fire, do you?

I follow right behind him. He showed me all the offices and told me my job requirements. I had to admit it was less work than I thought, which made me relieved, but the thought of having that monster as my boss made my skin crawl, and even worse, my office was a small cubicle right next to his enormous office, which was way bigger than my entire apartment.

Talk about a power-hungry asshole.

The job was easy, the pay was beyond good, so if it meant I had to spoon-feed Mr. Salvador to get paid, I would, and who knows, maybe he would choke and die and put an end to my misery. Plus, I needed the money. I walk into my cubicle of an office, ready to start the day's work, when the 6'5 monster walks in.

"Miss white, read through these documents, edit them, and reprint them on pastel baby blue paper with lavender-infused scent, use font size 12.5 and line spacing 1.25. Oh, and I need that before 12 pm. Don't add to your list of failures on your first day". He walks away.

When I see his door shut completely, I stare at the pile of paperwork that looks like a history textbook, then I stare at the clock on my table. He had to be joking. This had to be some sick joke. It was 10 am. Did he really expect me to finish all that work in 2hours?

Where was I even supposed to get pastel baby blue paper with lavender scent from?? And there was no such thing as font size 12.5 or line spacing 1.25. He was insane. If he thought he could scare me away, he had another thing coming…

Jamey

There was no such thing as Font size 12.5 or line Spacing 1.25, I knew that very well. But there was a pastel baby blue lavender-infused scent paper, but it was buried deep in the storage unit at the back of the building. She was new, there was no way she would know, and no way she would finish all that work in time. I was a man who cared about just means. Despite my personality, I couldn't fire her for just walking through that entrance, my entrance. I needed more, so I gave her an impossible task. I knew she would definitely fail and that incompetence would be enough reason to fire her on her first day. Perfect plan.

The thought of my foolproof plan made me smile. I hadn't smiled in weeks. Omar was right, this was going to be a good day after all.

Minutes turn to hours, and I patiently wait for the daft beauty to knock on my door and give a sigh of defeat. I was anticipating it. It was not that I cared... Why would I? I just met her, she was beautiful, yes, but daft, weak, and too crazy. On a normal day I wouldn't even notice her, I wouldn't notice her beautiful hair tied in a messy bun that accentuated her neck line or her white top that hugged her body perfectly showing off her near perfect figure or her skirt that was so tight I wonder how her round ass manage to fit into it, I didn't notice how her glasses sat the tip of her nose when she talked and I most certainly didn't notice that necklace that sat on her chest just above the swells of her above average breast. Nope, I didn't notice, and I didn't care. She was just another woman, a waste of time, space, energy, and money, my money. KNOCK…KNOCKK

The sound pulls me out of my thoughts.

It was her. She came to show me her failure. Good.

But when she came in, she walked with too much confidence; the smile on her face slapped the smile off mine. She was happy, too happy. It irritated me.

"I'm done with the work, sir. I also sent a soft copy of all the paperwork to your email to make it more convenient for you." She's still smiling. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to dismiss the smile on her face, obviously.

"That's impossible," I said, not bothering to look at the work

"You can check for yourself, sir."

She was right, she was done. Everything looked perfect on pastel baby blue fucking lavender scented paper. I knew only one person who could help her get it, and he just signed his death warrant.

"You can leave," my jaw clenches, and my hands hold the paper so tight they start to crumble.

I couldn't help but turn my head ever so slightly to watch her leave.

I think the devil couldn't reach me, so he sent a 5'5 woman to match my pride. This was far from over.

Meadow

I never lose. Even when I lose, I still win. A few months ago, Katie introduced me to this app her boyfriend made. It scans Hard copy documents, converts them to soft copy, and edits them to meet your requirements with the use of AI. All I had to do was d******d it on my office computer, connect to the very fast office Wi-Fi, set my requirements, and leave it to do its job. While it was working, I set out to find the paper that sounds like it costs more than my rent. I made some friends asking around, but none of them could help until I remembered my boss had a very flirty bestie who looked easily manipulated if I could just look at him the right way, a very good example of pretty girl privilege.

"Excuse me, Mr. Omar," I say in my sweetest voice, "I really need your help."

"Hey, beautiful, of course I'm here to help." BINGO, I thought to myself

"Do you know where I could find Pastel baby blue paper with lavender-infused scent?" I say in one breath

"That's very specific. Why do you need it?" he asked, looking at me, confused. I couldn't tell him the main reason, so I lied.

"I heard some staff talking about it, and I wanted to see it," I say, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

"Oh ok well it's in the storage unit at the back of the building, but it's really deep though, here use this key that opens the back door, it should be right at the door when you open it."

I couldn't hide my smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Omar, you're the best boss ever," I say, leaving the office.

It takes me about 30 minutes to get the paper and walk back to my cubicle. When I sit down, the program is already done. I just connected it to the printer, put in the paper, and watched as it printed, knowing I've won.

I'm not usually a show off, but I deserved to. So, I sent a soft copy to his email just for personal satisfaction. I watch as the last paper prints and look at the time, 11:58. I did it with 2 minutes to spare. I get up, adjust my outfit, and give a sexy, confident walk to his office.

He had just met his match. This was just the beginning.