Mr Grande, You're dead!

"So what are you gonna be doing while I'm at work? You just can't be sitting home all day. How about this? Um...

"It's fine Ari, I'll just go for a job hunt while you're at work and speaking about work. You better go now or you'll get spanked by your boss."

"Oh yeah that bastardized human being, if care is not taken I would shove my ID card down his throat and shove out whatever it touches "

"You know that's impossible right?"

I gulped down my glass of latte and I sighed out in satisfaction.

"I know, but it would be if he keeps up with his stupid attitude. He's too cold and arrogant and that'll make him die early."

"Ari" She said in between laughs and I shrugged.

"I'm stating facts here. Too much coldness isn't good. No one likes cold-hearted people and he being cold will chase people away from him and then he'll be lonely and boom! Depression comes in before you know it he's looking like a man of seventy at the age of thirty five, sitting on his rocking chair doing nothing but drinking coffee and watching old people's program. The next thing you'll hear is that he was found dead on his rocking chair with a empty cup of coffee in his hands. Old grandpa Grande, died at the age of thirty five. Rest in pieces sir." I faked a sob and clasped my palm together giving a mocking bow. Clarry kept laughing but I don't see anything funny. If he keeps up his act then what I've clearly stated is what will happen to him and I'll be the first person to put a bouquet on his grave stone.

"You know it's a straight firing if he hears whatever you're saying now."

"I don't care." I said with a hiss. I picked up my bag and adjusted my suit jacket. I'm wearing a cream coloured pantsuit today. Surprisingly, I look like an innocent soul. Light make up and hair tightly in a bun. Anybody that sees me now will think I'm normal upstairs which I'm not. Oh Jesus, I just hope the trumpet won't sound anytime soon because if it does....it's a straight "Welcome to hell Arietta". Oh well, time to go to work. I glanced at my wristwatch and I screamed.

"7.30??!!!"

I quickly ran out of the house with Clarry screaming my name behind me. I turned and she came running to me with my bag. So I didn't take that?

"Thanks."

"Anytime...be good at work."

"You know that can't happen but whatever."

I pecked her on the cheek and quickly went into my car. I sped off and unfortunately for me, the people I've offended took today to get back at me. Of all days, traffic took today as a show day. I'm about to get get quarried big time.

Traffic took it's stupid self away after twenty five minutes of delay. I got to work at exactly 9am. I straightened my jacket and cleared my throat before catwalking into the building. I got to Mary's desk and she gave me a "you're dead " look.

"Yeah yeah..I know, good morning " I said with a wink and shook her head. She must be thinking,"why is this girl this crazy?" Even I don't have answer to that. I think I was born crazy. I cleared my throat as I knocked at my cold boss's office.

"Get in!"

I inhaled sharply and gave a smile before I walked in.

"Tell me why I shouldn't punish you Mrs Blake." He said as I stepped in and I scratched the back of my neck.

"Because it isn't my fault I came late."

"And whose fault I it?"

"Well ,for starters, I woke up this morning on the wrong side of the bed. A very bad mood so I didn't feel like coming to work. Secondly, my favourite coffee maker broke down so I had to fix it so I could get my latte. Thirdly, I had a hard time picking what to wear today and lastly, I was held down by a stupid traffic that lasted for thirty mins." I said in one breath and the pen he was holding fell from his hands as he stared at me in awe and shock. I blinked rapidly waiting for whatever he was gonna say.

"Go get me a cup of coffee from the cafe." He said and I raised my brow. That's it? No scolding or yelling or that kind of stuff?

"O..Ok sir." I said and exited his office. I fist bumped the air and cocked my hips before going to the cafe.

"Hi ma'am." I greeted the woman at the counter and she smiled.

"Good morning, what can I get you?"

"A cup of coffee."

"What type?"

Dun dun duuuuuun!!!! What type of coffee does he take? Well, he's rude, arrogant and cold so I guess..black coffee?

"Black coffee"

"No sugar?"

"No sugar please."

A man like him can't possibly like something sweet.

She passed me the cup of coffee and I smiled before collecting it. I went back to the office and I went to his desk. I passed him the coffee and he collected it without glancing at me. I stood beside his chair with my hands folded behind my back waiting for him to take the first sip. He took a sip and scrunched up his face before spitting every content on my beautiful beautiful suit pant. I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down. This is my favourite cooperate dress.

"What the fuck is this?" He exclaimed and I opened my eyes sharply. I looked down at my coffee filled dress and I chuckled bitterly.

"Why would you get me a black coffee with no sugar? What do you think I am? A Dieter?"

You know what I think you are? A jerk, a prick, an asshole, a bastard...a motherfucker!!!!

"I didn't know the type of coffee you drink so I just got you this." I said through gritted teeth

"Get me another cup of coffee. Americano this time."

"Sure." I said with a fake smile and stumped out of his stupid office. I got out and I kicked the air aggressively. With anger gushing through my veins, I took angry steps to the cafe and ordered another cup....an Americano this time.

            TWENTY MINUTES LATER

Anyone that sees me right now will think I'm a mad woman. I'm sweaty and I feel dirty, I've been going from his office down to his cafe. From his office down to his cafe, repeatedly for almost twenty minutes. I gave him the Americano, he said it was too hot. Made it cold, it was too cold. Made it moderate, too much sugar. Made it less sugary, it's tasteless. Made it moderate, he changed his mind from Americano to caramel ice tea. I'm going crazy, the people at the cafe are giving some kind of awkward look because I've been going and coming for about twenty minutes. He better not complain about this one or else!! I'm gonna lose it and throw a fit!

I took angry steps to his office and breathed in to supress my anger before going in. I walked to his desk and gave him his drink. I watched him as he slowly sipped out of the cup. Ny fist was already clenched, ready to bust his brain open if he should say any shit. He took it from his lips and licked his lips...ewww disgusting!

"You can leave." He said and I breathed out. Not because I'm finally free but because I don't get to be the cause of death of Michelle Grande. I gave a brisk bow and walked to my office. I slumped on my chair and gave a loud wail. I think I need to resign from this place but on a second thought, no! He thinks he's annoying? Well, he should think again. I'm about to make his life miserable and I mean it!!!

                          RED'S POV

If anyone would tell me that a being as crazy as this girl was created by God, I would disagree till the end. But this....this is craziness above the top. "Tell me why I shouldn't punish you." I didn't expect her to answer that question. A normal person wouldn't but no, she started stating shit about her favourite coffee maker breaking down, how does that have to do with work for hecks sake!!

Damn! I'll go crazy if this girl spends one more minute in this place. I shook my head and picked up my phone..oh mum's calling.

"Hey mum

"My baby" She cooed and I shook my head

"Mum...what do you want?

"Well, I was hoping we could have a mother son time. 

"I don't think that can happen

"Why?

"Cos I'm busy. I don't have time for mother son stuff

"But it's been long since we've had fun together..

"I know...when I have the time to have fun, I'll do so

"Oh...okay, bye then

"Yh.

I hanged up and sighed before dropping it on the table. I don't have time for that now,when I do, I'll spend the whole day with her...right now,it's a no no

                       ARIETTA'S POV

"Hi..."

"What can I get you?"

"Um...just get me chicken casserole and a pineapple fruit juice."

"Okay."

I nodded and took my seat. It's 2pm and I'm in the company's cafeteria. Some eyes are prying at me, digging holes into my body like I'm some father Christmas. Why are they staring at me like lunatics? mtcheew.

My order was brought and I digged into my food immediately.

"Hi...can I sit here?" I heard a voice and raised my head up. Whoa...super hot boy number two in this company. Number one is you know who..

"Sure." I replied simply and he smiled, he took a seat on the chair at my table.

"You're the new secretary right?"

"Well, yeah... unfortunately." I said and he chuckled.

"Let me guess, the boss?"

"Yeah. He's super mean and cold and frustrating. How do you guys keep up with his attitude?"

"Well, if you don't get on his black list then you're good." He said and I scoffed, I'm sure I'm number one on that particular list.

"I'm Carl."

"I'm Arietta, Ari for short..but you can call me crazy".

"Okay crazy, nice to meet you"

"Nice to meet you too Carl." I said and we both bursted into laughter.

"Miss Blake!!!" I  heard a loud yell of my name from the entrance of the cafeteria and I turned. God why?Why?

"Sir?"

"Check your phone." He said and I sighed.

"My phone isn't here, it's in my office."

"I've been calling you for almost 5minutes, what if it was an important call,is that how you'd miss it?"

"But sir. I just came here for a quick lunch and..

"Shut up and follow me!" He snapped and I looked at my casserole..I'm not even half way through it.

"I'll miss you." I mouthed to it before I dragged myself from the cafeteria. I trailed behind Mr. Meany as we made for his office. We entered the elevator and I cleared my throat. Straight emotionless face, hands tucked into his pocket, hair swept to the side. Have I ever said this guy's hair is long and full? Well, it is. His cologne hit my nose and I smiled, he smells nice.

"Why are you smiling?" He asked and my smile dropped into a frown.

"There's no rule that says no smiling." I replied simply and he smirked. We exited the elevator and we walked to his office. I sighted a puzzle cube on his desk and my hand was itching to pick it up. I love puzzle cubes, I'm a master in solving puzzle cubes but I don't think this mister would let me touch it.. he'll probably kill me.

"Tell my driver to prepare my car. I'm going out." He said and I stopped on my tracks... that's it? That's what he wanted to tell me and he called me from the cafeteria?

"Is that all?"

"Yes"

"What?!!!"

Okay so I just wanna use this medium to say my last words because right now, I'm about to commit murder. Mr. Grande, you're dead!

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