Tale Of The Crazy Witch

“Any update about the news?” Damon asked as soon as they settled back in his office.

He needed to step out momentarily, and now he was back with Patrick right beside him.

“I don't think any of the staff will have an issue with whatever decision you make, sir. I have also made arrangements for Ms Naomi to take over as soon as she resumes tomorrow morning.” Patrick explained.

The front door burst open, and Naomi matched right in. Her hair wild in the wind and eyes glaring at Damon with intent.

A wave of cold, chilling wind brushed past Damon as she stormed in. Hell, he was so close to getting out of the office through the bloody window!

But he remained calm, appearing unbothered by her presence.

Her eyes settled on Damon’s glaring daggers at him. He cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact with her.

Why the hell does he feel threatened by her? Hell, she could tell him to kneel and he'd do it in a heartbeat!

“Ms Naomi! You should be taking a break. Why are you here?” Patrick asked in concern.

“Well, I'm here because somebody decided to make me team lead! All of a sudden!” Naomi yelled, slamming the door behind her.

Damon winced at the sound, staying still in his seat.

Matching down to the office, Naomi crossed paths with a few of her team members, none of whom she had replied to any of their greetings. She was mad, upset, and she was here to settle scores with Damon face-to-face.

“You shouldn't have taken a break if you knew that you were feeling okay,” Damon said, moving his eyes to the blank screen on his laptop.

“Oh, I would have taken a break if I hadn't seen the message on the company's group chat! What is the meaning of this? What is this sick stunt you are trying to pull on me?

Damon sighs and leans back on his chair. “I don't have time for games. Tita has been relieved of her duties as a team lead, and you are her assistant. It is only reasonable that you take over.”

“Have you read any of the rules about this company? You can't just take over leadership roles so casually. You have to have worked here for a few years for you to…”

“You must have forgotten who the new manager is, Ms Naomi. I don't care about any of that stuff. I decide who takes what, and I choose you. Unless I made a mistake..”

“That's exactly why I'm here. There is someone else who is definitely more qualified for this position!” Naomi snapped.

Damon narrowed his eyes on her, confused; this was not the side of Naomi he was used to.

What happened to the fierce, relentless woman who had stormed into his office the other day, threatening to divorce him?

“And what qualities do you think are enough to take over that position?” Damon asked, folding his arms.

“Like I said, years of experience and..”

“Ms Naomi, I have gone through your employment letter, and you seem to be very well educated. You are currently pursuing a PhD, am I right? You have more qualifications than even your team leader, and according to the records, you've been doing exceptionally well. So, what's the big deal?” Damon asked.

“You're not getting my point!”

“You're right. I'm not. This is your opportunity to show me that I am not making a mistake, but here you are, arguing about a position that is very much still under deliberation.” He explained.

“What do you mean by deliberation?”

“You think I'm going to give you the team lead so easily? You are going to be the team leader for now; you are on probation, and you have to work your way into a permanent seat in that role. What do you think I am?”

Naomi was quiet; that was definitely unexpected. She exhales and nods her head in approval.

“Fine. I'll prove that I deserve that position.” She said.

“I wouldn't be shocked if you disappoint me.”

Naomi clenches her fist, glaring daggers at him. “But I assure you, Mr Damon, I will not. Have a great day.”

Naomi stormed out of the office, only for Damon to exhale in relief. He leaned on the table, trying to catch his breath!

Goodness, he thought she was going to throw herself at him and dig his eyes out! Or strangle him even!

Hell, he was counting his days already!

“Are you all right, sir?” Patrick asked in concern.

“What do you think? She just walked in here like she was going to kill me! Did you see how crazy she looked? I thought I was going to have a bloody heart attack!” Damon panicked.

Patrick stared at his boss in confusion. Was that fear in his eyes?! Did Naomi just send his boss into a frenzy?!

‘Are you scared of Ms Naomi?’ Patrick asked, finding it hard to believe.

Damon froze, fuck! He cleared his throat. “What do you mean? Why would I be scared of her?”

Patrick glances at Damon and back at the door. “It looks like you are.”

“It seems you know me more than I know myself. That is quite interesting, don't you think?”

Patrick bows his head in apology. “I'm sorry, sir, but it looks like you were about to jump out of the window when Ms Naomi walked in.”

“I wasn't…” Damon took a deep breath; he was not going to let Patrick get into his head.

“Leave. Now!”

Patrick walked out of the office, trying very hard to hide his laughter!

The door went shut and Damon exhaled once more, tugging his tie forward. He felt hot and scared; goodness, that woman looked like she was about to murder him!

“But why would she come all the way here when she's not feeling fine? That doesn't make any sense!” He muttered under his breath.

He recalled the crazy eyes she gave him, and he felt shivers run down his spine! Damn, she's intimidating!