Working for Klaus

Shoot I'm running late!I cried running to the elevator. I was about to hit the elevator button when Mr Mario shouted from the end of the hallway to stop the lift. Thinking about it, me plus Mr Mario in an enclosed space wasn't a good idea. Looking at him dead in the eyes, I tapped the button so many times but the elevator doors betrayed me by closing so slowly allowing him to force himself in. Oh boy!"Well hello cutie," he started, licking his lips in this creepy way that made me step backwards."Hello Mr Mario," I said curtly."Mr Mario? Hun call me Mario. I get that my looks are intimidating but you don't have to be so formal with me," he said inching close to me that I wished there was a door for me to jump out.I was afraid but my subconscious still managed to find the whole situation amusing. What looks? He had no looks. Sure his fancy clothes complimented him but his hair? He gelled his hair back like an old lawyer about to go to a law suit and that nose. I didn't want to judge

"Where's the milk?" He asked and I mumbled,"In the coffee"His brows tightening, he stopped whatever he was doing and looked at me dead in the eyes."What do you mean 'in the coffee'?""Sir you said your coffee and milk so I thought it was codeword for latte" I exhaled. Ooh don't tell me he actually wanted coffee and milk. That ...that is absurd for a guy who doesn't miss his latte in the morning."Codeword? What do you think this is,the army? I clearly said coffee and milk. Leave the latte here and get the milk. This time get some doughnuts too," he said pulling out his wallet and removing a fresh hundred dollar bill.Taking it in my hands, I walked out of the office fighting the urge to pull my hair out in defeat. His mother wasn't this hard to read but he on the other hand always had something to complain about. I didn't have the time to get the doghnuts and the milk since I had important issues like getting the board room ready for the meeting and informing people like Mr Mario t

Typical Monday morning, a whole board room filled with the company's most influential investors and shareholders. My boss, Niklaus Rogers stood at the end of the conference room confidently presenting his bright ideas infront of the running projector. As for me on this wonderful morning, had regretted wearing the last thing I saw in my closet. The shortest navy blue skirt from my old days."Enelor, show them the folders" he instructed and everytime I bent down just to place each folder on the huge glass desk I had to tuck one hand behind to hide my bare undies. By the time I made my way to where Sir Niklaus stood an invisible boulder appeared out of nowhere making me trip right into his arms. With him startled and a dazzled me in his arms, I felt his huge hand on my left butt cheek confusion with a hint of anger clouded on my face as well as his.I stood up but he still clung to my waist making my back face him. It was embarrassing having to endure the looks that the investors threw my

"Home. I want to go home"She said quietly and god damn it, hearing her say that made me furious.Her torn lip still showed how badly the bastard had hit her. I didn't know that things were this bad and had I known, I wouldn't have done or said all those things to her.Yesterday, I had stepped out of line. It was not my intention to humiliate her or make her feel like some hoe but god damn it, that little skirt clouded my senses. I wasn't supposed to look at her that way. I wasn't supposed to feel jealous when she went out with someone and yet here I was, worried sick that she hated him.But wasn't that my primary goal? To make her hate me? To use her to my advantage?"This is your home,"I muttered not bothered at how her eyes scrutinized me.She was not well and although it shouldn't have mattered, it did. Her uncle or whatever he claimed he was to her would rot in jail for as long as I lived.I remember vaguely waiting for her outside her apartment to apologize. I had rehearsed a who

I woke up having had the same nightmare about what happened years ago. If she was the one, did she remember what happened years ago at the amusement park? I mean I did, I remembered every single detail that happened that day. The very thing that brought enmity between the Rogers family and the Montgomery's family. And I was to blame for everything. For dad's death, for Gregory Montgomery's hatred, I was supposed to marry his daughter and like a coward I ran from home.I ran to the Philippines, leaving dad to face the wrath of Gregory Montgomery. The doctors said that he had a stroke due to his heart problems but upto this day, I carry the burden of knowing that had I not married Greg's daughter, dad wouldn't have had to go through the stress of dealing with Greg's threats again. Which is why, Eleanor Gibbins played a huge part in this. It didn't matter that she didn't know. It didn't matter that she was innocent. It didn't matter that she wasn't to blame for her father's actions, poi