Ch 1: New Boss

Amilia pov:

"Get up bitch!" I'm slapped in the face with a pillow as my roommate and 'friend' wakes me up. Groaning, I sit up haphazardly looking around as sleep fogs my mind.

"What time is it?" I look around for some sort of clarity.

"Almost 7, you're gonna be late. Okay bye!" She dragged out her goodbye as she left my room.

Sometimes I really hate her…

Dragging myself out of bed I make quick work of showering, brushing my hair and teeth before grabbing clothes. Slipping on a grey plaid pencil skirt I match it with a white long-sleeved turtleneck.

Making sure my heels and stocking were set, I grabbed my purse, keys, and a granola bar for breakfast, leaving my house quickly. Getting into my car I take the 10 minute drive to work. 

I moved here about a year and a half ago, I wanted a fresh start from my hometown of Boise Idaho. I had just enough money to scrape by for a few months without worry but I would need a job.

That led me to my current occupation. I worked for Whitlock Enterprise, they were one of the biggest corporations in America. I'm the assistant of the CEO but he never shows up, like ever…

For the past year that I've been working here I've never met the guy… until today. Apparently today I would be getting to meet and work with him more frequently. If he's anything like how he talks through email and text I'm not gonna have fun.

Parking my car I take the private elevator up to the top floor, watching as everything passes by. Hearing the door ring I step out and stride for my small office. Setting my things down and opening my laptop I have several emails unopened.

Most were just garbage from different departments trying to get funds or greenlight projects. One caught my eye though, it was from Mr. Whitlock.

"Don't be late and be sure to look presentable for the meeting."

Wow, yeah I'm just gonna look like shit. Fuck you. Trashing it I spent the next 2 hours organizing his schedule along with printing out papers for projects people wanted approved. 

When the meeting rolled around I took the elevator down to the 52nd floor. I held my laptop and folders tightly as I walked to the boardroom. Plenty of the men's eyes were on me as I walked but I ignored them, I didn't care to even indulge in shutting them down.

Stepping in I took my place at the head of the table, I was early. More people and businessmen trickled into the room. They talked or grumbled about work, some even ogling me as I focused on my laptop.

"Man, these guys are either old, ugly, or just straight up assholes." Max leaned over to me, whispering his comment in my ear.

"Or all three." I quietly snickered. He stifled a laugh. 

The doors opened and a person walked in. They were tall, short-ish white hair slicked back messily. They took their coat off revealing the suit they looked ready to bust out of by pure mass alone. Jesus they were jacked… they were also a chick?

Handing her coat to a man behind her she caught my eye making me look into piercing blue eyes. Smirking, they took a seat and adjusted their legs to sit comfortably crossed on the other. Heel to knee.

"Ms. Whitlock! A pleasure to see you as always." A man stood and greeted her. She leaned the side of her face into the palm of her left hand, waving him off without a word.

"Let's get started shall we?" A slight British accent played in her voice.

"Right away ma'am!" 

They began to talk about the yearly meeting in great detail, I tried to keep up in my notes but kept getting distracted by the woman. A little message icon popped up on my screen, opening it I found it to be from max.

'I thought Whitlock was a guy?'

So did I? Turns out I'm fucking wrong and fucking stupid. I peeked a glance at her and happened to catch her eye. She smiled like she was amused, this only pissed me off.

'Guess not.'

I focused back on the meeting but could feel a pair of eyes on me occasionally making me grow more irritated by the minute.

Thankfully after 3 hours of hearing men talk the meeting was over. I packed my things and readied to leave but was stopped by a large buff blonde man. When everyone was gone Whitlock stood up and pulled her blazer back on, her eyes studying my figure.

"You leave when I leave." Her voice was deep and husky, it made my body burn uncomfortably.

"Right. Whatever you say boss." I rolled my eyes, impatiently tapping my foot as I waited.

She just smirked and walked out, hands in her pockets, every step carried with purpose. Taking the elevator up I was alone with the two, it put me on edge.

Suddenly my boss is here, suddenly it's a chick, suddenly she's hot and not the creepy old fuck I thought she was. Great… just great.

When the doors opened she stepped out and motioned for me to follow her. The office that I never stepped inside of was waiting for us as we entered. She rounded the dark oak desk and took a seat, her eyes scanning the room thoroughly.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Ms. Singh." She gave me a charming smile. God I wanted to wipe it off.

"Wish I could say the same." I shot back, she raised her dark brows at me.

"Am I not what you expected? Less? More?" She sat back in her chair, that same amused smile back on her full lips.

"You seem cocky and unfazed by everything even though you run a multimillion dollar company." I said offhandedly. The guy that stayed with us moved closer to me but stopped when she raised her hand.

"You've barely met me?" She leaned forward, her hands closed together.

"I read people pretty well." Usually I do, but I don't get much from this asshole.

"Mm, then be sure to read extra carefully from now on. After all, you'll be seeing more of me." She waved me off like nothing, her eyes focusing on her computer. 

After talking with her I quickly leave. Locking myself in my office I set my things down and try to ignore how pissed off she makes me. I'm not very fond of people.

An email came through, it was from Whitlock. Groaning, I reluctantly opened it reading her stupid message.

'You looked more than presentable, I appreciate it.'

The fuck? I was already wearing this, I didn't do it for her.

What a jackass…