NDA

The rays pour in, as the curtains wheel away. I feel the influx, the pavading of fresh wind, racing through my senses. It's a nice few from here, flower petals hovering over the ground, sweet rosey scents hovering about me, railing my mind to the sight of a fleshy flower garden, standing right before me.

I knock and come through as my breath sucks in. Quivering my body, I growl softly at its disturbance.

“Who's there ?“ I ask.

“Thane” his voice cuts through the wind, bulging my eyes, as my body tenses to his tone.

My hands tremble at the thought. Suddenly becoming self aware, I sigh against my unclad skin, feeling my thoughts run through a million things, as I'm torn between what to do next.

“Can you give me a minute” I holla out in a loud pitch voice.

My hands sieve for my night wear, searching through the roughed up duve, it takes a minute before I get hold of my shirt, and racing towards the door.

The door squirms a bit, as it's pulled apart. Looking out through its mini gap, I gasp, feeling my breath run speedily, after my mini sprint.

“How may I help you sir ?“ I ask, aware our contracted time for work isn't yet to start for another hour.

Thane gazes at me for a moment. His eyes fixed at mine, he barely has an expression written, as a cold look weaves itself around his face.

“Can you grant me entrance, I need to have a word with you” he says, causing a twirl in my stomach.

“It's not exactly neat in there” I say, recalling how much of a tornado touch it seemed.

My head shakes at the wake of it, while my eyes turn back towards him. Thane doesn't seem to be moving, and that's not exactly what I want. He stands with his stoic gaze unwinding, with his eyes still fixed, as he takes a step in, walking beside me.

“I don't mind,” he says, lifting his arms towards the door.

I feel his palm grease  softly over the fabrics of my wooden door. Pushing it in, he lets himself in, while I turn with eyes widely set apart, watching him walk in.

The horror hits as the shock fades. It seems like some waste-can in here, with an uproar of duvets and unkempt books, laying around.

“I was trying to unpack last night, but…” I try defending, but he sharply cuts the indulgence.

“That's no concern of mine” he says, cutting me off a bit.

He turns towards me with a soft glare at me, still with no tale of his feelings written on his face. His eyes dart around for a moment, but he barely makes an expression, before he lifts his hands towards me.

“You need to sign this” he says, holding up an envelope, I'm not so sure I had taken notice of, not until now.

“And what's that ? “ I ask sparingly. My feet shoving in softly, while I lift my hands, catching hold of it.

Thane does nothing more, but mopes at me. Mute as a dead mule, he turns gazing over the window place, while his feet softly start stumping to the ground.

“I don't have all day, I have a meeting to attend” he tells me, letting me break off my seated lips, and cutting off the edge of the envelope.

I'm partly staring when I draw out a double blue print paper with his seal stuck over it. Going over it, I roll my eyes when I come to realise what it is.

“I was about to come down, and get it” I say, having his attention drawn upon me once more.

I watch him sigh, letting off a breath, while his hands fall off its encased spot in his pocket. “Read through, sign and get it back to me, before the hour runs through” he says.

His words bring, and while I'm about to speak, he blatantly walks away, shoving my words down my throat. He slams the door behind him, an actual bitch move if I'm asked, cause that was demeaning.

My brain swiftly disperses it. Strolling back towards my bed, I slump over, laying in with a groan. My bones suck. And waking up in the middle of the night has me crushed. Fuck, it is that shit caused by an environment change. It always has me in a fix for a few days, before I get comfortable.

I am about to drift in, when I hear the paper chun. My mind shifts towards it, and I recall, I have a time limit set on it.

“That's a lot of don't for a Non-disclosure” I mutter, while reading through.

It's so glaring, that there's something to hide. It's not just some fancy paper, it's a whole lot of keeping shut, and I'm just a home worker. An indoor personal assistant. Well I do barely care, getting my paycheck was kind of what matters, so I go on signing, dropping the Hart.

The rest of what's left, I make use of, running towards the washroom, and getting cleaned up. Dressing up gets in line.

“What should I…” my thoughts get stuck over it. Being indecisive about what to wear, might just be a hamstring nerve, which wouldn't let me pull.

After eternity of mopping, I settle for something more comfy than professional. Putting on a t-shirt and a Jean-trouser, I step out, after having on a bit of cologne.

It falls into a void. Scarsly bearing light, a string of fright runs through my chest. A path shouldn't be this dark while the sun flourishes through the sky. It shouldn't feel this cold, with pin sounds hovering over the wind. My imaginations start drifting in, but I Hawley them aside, not sure I'm willing to indulge those ghostly thoughts.

Now don't judge, but I've always thought really wealthy men had something shady up their sleeves. Their smiles, mostly a rapture of many hidden depths, I always sort them as fake. Well I'm stuck with one who barely lifts his lip, and he's not actually falting my imaginations, with how bad he wants my lips sealed off.

“Good morning sir and…” my lips get stuck, when I see no one else on the dining table, except him.

He had his hands drawn towards a napkin when I walked in. Now gazing up at me, he eyes stick, while mine catches sight of his oily lips.

“Signed it yet ?“ He asks, breaking off my trance, which had started setting in.

He had plum pinky toned lips. They seated perfectly over his lined jaws, that could entrap every craving soul. With his eyes, they fit perfectly, and I could stare forever, if he isn't cutting my sight off.

“Yes, I have” I simply reply, holding in my yapping lips.

He carves them in, as he sinks his lower lip in, licking off the oil dent. Lifting it out, he places the napkin on his mouth, wiping off what's left of the liquid.

“Some got it all” I mumble within, not sure he caught what I said, as my own voice sounds through my ears.

He looks up at me, silently staring like one contemplating on something. But then it vanishes, sinking back to the void of a face he normally has on, before he picks off the file, taking out the blue print sheets.

Thane scans through with his eyes, I hear him sigh, right before he puts them away to his side.

“Sit” he commands, barely lifting his sight towards me, as he diggs back into his plate.

The moment I sit, his chef comes in, dishing a steak, and a bit of pasta on my plate. Its aroma parades over my breath, sinking in against my growling tummy with a beautiful sight on it.

“You officially start tomorrow, And my official assistant will be here by noon to show you the ropes” he says in a heartbeat, while I dig into my meal.

I'm not so good to speak , while having my mouth stuck with food, so I barely make a sound. I don't think he minds at all, as he says nothing more, until he gets done, wipping  his lip off once more, before he rises, walking off towards the stairs.

I guess he's a man of little words. He barely speaks, nor converses, likely that's why so little is known of him. “Thane Ajoku, de textile billionaire” that's little of what's known about him, and not so much more, not even his age. Although there are some speculations of late-twenties or early thirties. No-one really knows, except the man himself.

My morning ends after noon, and there dies my freedom as his office assistant comes into play. She's quite a beauty, laced with everything great in looks, she stresses on, teaching me his pros and cons, until the even light starts fading in.

“I've got to go,” she says, her dominance asserting through her voice.

She picks herself, buttoning up her shirt, as she stretches out her skirt. Touching up her hair, her eyes soon catch up to mine.

“I will not be coming in again” she announces, barely having a clue, I've got no grasp of what she has said although.

“But I thought it was a two day thing? Teach me today, work with me tomorrow” I lifted the corner of my eyes, sure as beams, she told me that, the moment she walked in.

“Change of plans” she says, having my eyes squeeze shut at my dashing hope. “Mr Thane messaged me, he says it's not much to learn, and you seem to be quite intelligent” she tells me, making me growl a bit.

I want to scream loudly. because I don't  feel smart at the moment, but that dies down when I hear her steps move away.

“And I almost forgot” she says, halting her steps, while my eyes lift towards her “You're to manage his appointment tonight” she announces. “Hand in the white envelope at his desk, no hanging on, and most importantly, you are blind” she exits, leaving me with barely nothing, but sketchy details.

I make a run for the door, loudly screaming out, but she ignores me. My hand falls over my head, as I feel my thoughts infringe. My skin burns, and I have no clue what's next.

Walking back in, I lay over slumping into a chair. I barely understand what's going on with her, but now I have to handle an appointment.

“What appointment ?“ I question, having no clue why I've got to act blind, nor why she had to be so sketchy about it.