Chapter 8

Meadow

The next day was the busiest day I have had since I got employed. I had a workload to the roof, and it felt like it wasn’t getting any easier or reducing in any way. I was halfway through my 5th  file of the day when the brooding monster walked into my office.

“Miss white, get your things and meet me at my elevator. We have a business lunch to attend,” he says. He walks off to his private elevator.

I pick up my notebook, toss it in my bag, pick up my phone, and hurry behind him. When I finally catch up to him, the elevator doors open, and we enter. I was only allowed to use his elevator when I was with him.

“Why am I attending this business lunch with you, sir?” I ask as I face the elevator door.

He had been to several business lunches since I got here, but never asked me to come with him. What makes this one so special?

“It is part of your job description to follow me everywhere I go and do whatever I tell you to do. I don’t pay you to ask questions, Miss white.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, rolling my eyes.

There was no need for him to be that rude, but I guess I deserved it after what happened yesterday.

We get out of the elevator, walk to his car, and drive off. The drive was quick, mostly because he was driving over the speed limit. It took about 20 minutes to get there.

We arrive at an impressive structure, but nowhere as big or as beautiful as Jamey’s building.

“This meeting should last about 4 hours. All I need you to do is take notes on what is said and be quiet. The men here can be Rude to say the least. Just stay next to me, and you will be fine.” With that, he gets out of the car and walks towards the front entrance.

I follow, trying my best to keep up with his pace. This was really not the day to wear heels.

“What do you mean by rude?” I asked, raising my eyebrow

“Just ignore their comments, and you will be fine.” His tone was dismissive, and I know that is my sign to not ask further questions.

He walks straight to the receptionist. A pretty young girl with blond hair who looked slightly older than me. She looked way too happy to see him.

“Which hall is the meeting being held in?” His tone was rude and impatient

“Good day, Mr Salvador, the meeting is being held down the hall to the right, and might I say you hand…”

Jamey walks away without even allowing her to finish her sentence.

I give the girl a polite smile and try to catch up to him.

“She was still talking, you know. You didn’t have to be rude,” I say, walking behind him.

“I brought you here to take notes, and I asked you to be quiet. If I wanted your opinion, I would ask,” He said in his dismissive tone.

I bite my tongue and hold back a reply that would probably get me fired.

We walk into the hall, and I take a look around and realize I'm the only woman present.

Four hours in a room with only men. Fuck.

I take a seat next to Jamey and bring out my notebook and pen. After a few minutes, a middle-aged man took the stage, introduced himself, and started talking about things I couldn’t care less about, but nonetheless, I did what I'm being paid for. I take notes.

About 30 min pass, and I feel eyes on me. I look up to see 3 men staring at me and oogling my body. A wave of disgust hits me, and I move closer to Jamey.

He noticed and looked towards the direction I was facing, and the expression on his face turned deadly.

If I didn’t hate Jamey Salvador so much, I would have been flattered. But I did hate him, with almost every bone in my body.

Speaker after speaker, I was tired. My stomach grumbled, and I realized that I hadn’t eaten anything all day. So much for a business lunch. Who calls it a lunch when there's no food?

Liars.

3 hours later, the meeting finally came to an end. I practically jump out of my seat and contemplate making a run for the door. But I push the thought aside.

I looked outside, and it was already sunset. I brought all my stuff from work, so I would just take a bus and go home from here. I waited for Jamey to finish talking with the middle-aged man so I could tell him I was leaving. Somewhere behind me, I hear some men talking.

“ Look at her fat ass dude, Theres no way Jamey isn’t fucking her.”

“You’re right, that’s probably the only reason he even hired her in the first place.”

“He’s mixing business with pleasure.” They let out a loud laugh.

I needed to get out of here. Fast

I walk up to Jamey.

“I’m leaving. It's late, I'm hungry, and your friends are being more than rude. I'll send the notes to your email.” I don’t even wait for a reply and start walking towards the door.

I'm halfway through the parking lot, tears in my eyes and shaking with anger, when a hand grabs me from behind. I reach into my bag to grab my pepper spray.

“Don’t spray, it's me.”

I clean my eyes and see Jamey looking at me like he was genuinely worried.

“What happened? What’s wrong?”

I just stand there looking at him, tears falling down my cheek.

“They were talking about me, about you, too. They were being disrespectful and disgusting.”

He just stood there, staring at me as if contemplating what to do next.

“And you lied to me. You said this was a business lunch. There was no food, and I'm so hungry.” I practically break into a full-blown cry, drawing the attention of the people around us.

He lets out a sigh.

“Stop crying, Meadow, and get in the car,” He said, turning and walking towards his car.

“Where are we going ?” I said, wiping my tears

He unlocked the car and held the door open for me

“To eat Miss white.”