Chapter Six; Please don't fire me!

The walk to my doom was very silent. I trailed behind the petite secretary who led me down the grand hall leading to his office, my gaze darting about the large space as my heart raced with fear.

I had never been on the CEO's floor, because before today I had no reason to interact with him. And I desperately wished it was in different circumstances. I've heard rumors saying he was ruthless and unforgiving, and that the people that worked closely with him walked on eggshells every day.

Just like I was doing right now.

But it was too late to escape, I was already on the chopping board, and the knife was only minutes away from landing on my neck.

We reach the double doors of the office, and the secretary presses the intercom button to inform him of my arrival. She gives me a curt nod before turning on her heels, leaving me to face my ill fate alone.

I inhale sharply through my nostrils, bracing myself as I push the doors open. I enter the office with careful steps, feeling a wave of calmness wash over me as I took in the air suffused with the intoxicating aroma of cinnamon, making me forget about my nerves for a brief moment.

The office screamed of wealth, sophistication, and luxury. The walls, adorned with framed fashion sketches and top magazine covers, exude creativity and elegance.

Gleaming marble floors stretch out beneath my feet, leading towards a grandiose desk crafted from polished ebony, adorned with gold accents. Behind it, a high-backed leather chair commands attention, fit for a fashion monarch.

The room is bathed in soft, diffused light emanating from crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the plush furnishings. Velvet chaise lounges and silk-upholstered armchairs beckoned invitingly, promising comfort and opulence.

In one corner, a meticulously curated display showcases exquisite designer accessories and haute couture pieces, each meticulously arranged like precious works of art.

As my eyes take in the scene, I can't help but be swept away by the sheer magnificence of this modern-day palace of fashion. It was mesmerizing, enchanting even.

“You seem like you're having fun.”

I jolted in my spot, snapping out my daze as I whipped my head towards the direction of the voice, and for the hundredth time today, I was left utterly speechless.

There he was, his silhouette cutting a striking figure against the backdrop of his opulent office. His shoulder-length dark hair cascaded in silky waves, framing his angular face with an air of untamed allure. Each strand seemed to catch the light, adding depth to the rich hues of his hair.

His features are like something out of a painting - chiseled and captivating, with an air of mystery that only serves to heighten his allure. My lips part in awe as I take in his striking appearance, but instead of reciprocating the admiration, his eyes narrow with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine.

With arms casually crossed over his broad chest, he exuded an aura of quiet confidence and undeniable charm. His heterochromatic eyes, one a piercing shade of icy blue and the other a deep, mesmerizing green, held a captivating contrast that seemed to draw me in like a moth to a flame.

I find myself momentarily transfixed by the sharpness of his gaze, unable to look away as he stares at me with an unsettling focus. It's as if he's peering into the depths of my soul, unraveling my every thought and emotion with just a single glance.

At what appeared to be six feet two inches tall, he commanded the space effortlessly, his tall frame accentuated by a lean yet muscular build honed from years of disciplined fitness.

I brace myself as he pushes off the wall, every movement he made was deliberate, each step exuding a grace and poise that spoke of innate athleticism.

Despite the brewing storm of anger in his eyes, there's an undeniable magnetism about him, drawing me in despite the tension that stretched like a tightrope between us.

His gaze lowered, slowly, and almost seductively, soaking in my form from head to toe. I blinked back to reality as he scoffed at me.

On impulse, I fell to my knees, keeping my head low as I steeled my courage.

“Please don't fire me!” I beg desperately, mentally scolding myself for gawking at him like a peasant.

But I couldn't help but be mesmerized by the intricate details of his appearance. From the faint stubble lining his chiseled jaw to the subtle flex of his toned arms beneath the fabric of his tailored suit, every aspect of him seemed to exude a raw magnetism that left me spellbound.

All the few glimpses I've got of him these past few years of working couldn't even amount to the sheer amount of beauty he exuded from up close.

“Please,” I add breathlessly, my voice trembling at the thought of losing the job I'd worked so hard to secure. It was my lifelong dream to be a fashion designer, and now that I've finally achieved it, I wasn't going to let it go so easily.