Chapter 2- Beautiful, But Rude

Oliva pov:

I stood up and straightened my dress, felt a sharp pain in my ankle, and I couldn't help but wince in discomfort. The silence in the meeting room was deafening as everyone stared at me, waiting for my next move. I felt like I was under a microscope.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

I tried to hide the pain and sat down on the nearest seat as the meeting proceeded.

I felt mortified and I could feel my face flush with embarrassment. My first instinct was to run away and hide, but I couldn't.

Despite the embarrassment and pain, I sat quietly and tried to understand the meeting. As the meeting progressed, I could see a man’s constant gaze on me, and my first thought was he was beautiful. I felt increasingly self-conscious and struggle to concentrate on the discussion. I couldn't shake the feeling that everyone might be judging me, especially the brown-eyed man who is still looking at me.

After the meeting ended, I took a moment to compose myself and gather my thoughts. I reminded myself that everyone makes mistakes and that this incident is just a small blip in the grand scheme of things. I hope my boss thinks the same as who I still need to meet and I hope it's not the brown-eyed beautiful man.

Everyone started to get up, I also got up thinking to run to my cubicle and wait for my boss there. As I stepped forward, The brown-eyed man spoke, ”Everyone dismissed except for that clumsy girl who came late.” he said in a cold voice that gave me chills all over my body.

“Sure Mr.Adams.” a voice meekly came from an employee.

Mr.Adams? As in the owner of this company? I started to fret over the possibilities.

I stayed still at my place fearing I would get fired on my very first day.

Soon the room was empty, it was just me and him. I felt more intimidated as the time passed seconds felt like hours. Should I step forward and apologize to my boss whose eyes are so beautiful? Beautiful? Snap out of it Olivia.

“What's your name?” He asked as he said from his chair. He was sitting less than five feet apart from me looking slightly angry and far more handsome than any man had the right to look. I couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with me I can’t stop looking at my boss but I know how immorally incorrect it is. I quickly snapped out of my thoughts.

“Olivia Paul,” I said slowly, not trusting myself more than I should.

“I have a very good memory and I can assure you that I remember every face I ever see but I know I haven't seen yours before so I am assuming you are new here?” He said with a blank face and I could only muster a small yes.

“I am your new assistant. Today is my first day, Mr.Stewart gave me a brief tour and told me all my duties which are required for this job.” I said hesitantly.

He slowly nodded his head in understanding, got up, and left without saying anything further.

“Coffee in five minutes in my office, black with no sugar Miss Paul and I hope this time you will remember how to open doors.” He said sarcastically while he slid the door wide open and walked out.

I take my words back, he is not handsome to me, he is utterly rude and arrogant and I pray that I don't hit his head while I am working for him. I quickly moved to the cafe and ordered coffee and walked towards his office.

I reached his office and knocked at the door. “Come in.” I heard from inside and I slowly opened the door and went in. He looked up from his file for a moment then again resumed his work.

“Turns out you know how to use the door.” He again taunted, still looking at the paper. I had enough of his mocking. I put the coffee on the table. Stepped back and stood in front of the table and looked at him with annoyance.

“I am sure you have better things to do other than taunt me over the morning incident,” I said, with all the confidence I could muster in front of him I do look petite but I don't want to feel intimidated by him.

He looked at me with raised eyebrows.

“Well indeed I do have a lot of work and that's where your job comes in, see those files, proofread them, and see if there are any mistakes then it would go for printing as it is due for next week's paper.” He said arrogantly.  Pointing towards the two files that were placed on the side of his table.

“Yes of course Sir, I will start right away and will let you know when I am done.” I said while picking up the files, and walked out.

There are two things I have judged about this man who thinks so highly of himself: one, he's rude, and second, he wants to intimidate everyone while he walks around the place. The bottom line is Lucas Adams likes to have control.