In His Voice의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

Alexia. "What!?" Luis exclaimed in surprise. "The boss has a son?" "Seems like it," I answered as I took a warm fry into my mouth, observing the overexcited specimen seated across from me. "Judging from how hot the boss looked in the old company pictures, I bet that he's a major hottie as well." I laughed. "Is that seriously all you care about?" "What else should I care about?" She asked, confused. I hummed. "What if he's not a good boss? How is his temper?" "Girl, thats none of my business. Besides, anybody having you as a Personal Assistant - bad temperament and all - would instantly have their heart softened." I smiled in amusement at that and leaned back into my chair. "And what makes you so sure about that?" "You just have that kind of affect on people." It was probably just pity. "Anyway, we'll have a new boss next week, Luis. So what if he is a greek god?" Her eyes widened in surprise. "So what? I can kill to be you." "Being me is not fun," I assured and she responde

  Alexia. It was soon time for lunch and I went to get Michael something to eat. I didn't know what he liked but when I asked, he said that anything was good. Which wasn't saying much, if you ask me. I wanted to get him something that suited his tastes but the variety I was given made me nervous because of how broad it was.  Michael and I had been working together for three days now and he didn't talk to me much. Apart from the greetings we exchanged in the mornings and him ordering me around, we've never really gotten to know each other at all. It troubled me that I was still new to him and him new to me. I preferred knowing everything I was allowed to know about my boss to avoid mistakes.  I had just arrived from an international restaurant that sold amazing pasta and beef stew. Running errands for his father really paid off because I knew all the reliable and wonderful places for food, wine and social and business ga

Alexia. I squatted on the floor and pulled out my clothes from the dryer before putting them in a basket. Standing up, I put the basket on top of the dryer and walked into the kitchen. That was the last cleaning I had to do for the day and I felt extremely bored. I pored some snacks into Cookie's bowl and put it in front of her along with a bowl of water. She was given to me by my mother as a birthday present last year. My mom constantly said that I was too isolated and needed company that wasn't only Luis and Tony. Luckily, Cookie wasn't difficult to hear and her cheerful attitude never failed to put me in high spirits. My school life, wasn't so smooth sailing. Although I got good grades and had an acceptable number of friends, there were always a few stereotypes here and there. It was either them making fun of you because of your disability or them getting all sympathetic and treating you like a "special" patient. Was it so difficult to treat everybody the same? I understood and a

Alexia. I stood at the corner of Michael's office as I poured coffee into a white mug that was on top of a short mahogany table that stood at the centre of Michael's office. This office was quite large. When you walked in, you'd be met by a medium, circle shaped rug that was at the centre of the room with the table on it. His desk and file storage units were behind that and a large, potted plant stood on each corner of his work space. On the left, the entire wall was actually a window and it gave veiw to the beautiful scenery around. Hearing the door open, I looked at Michael and greeted, "Good morning, sir." "Good morning, Alex," Michael replied as he closed the door behind him. He then stood next to me and looked at the mug. "What are you doing?" "I decided to make you some coffee early, so that you could find it when you arrive." "Where's yours?" "I'll buy mine downstairs." He hummed. "I thought I made it clear that I had no problem eating with you. Let's eat together from no

Alexia. Yesterday was so embarrassing and the worst way to start my first day at such a lovely place that I was looking forward to being in. After the discussion with Michael, I went back to look for my hearing aids and found them at a corner under my bed, behind the drawer. Today was a new day and I was planning on clearing Michael's name. He was right. I probably left a bad impression and this was a huge business deal for Clarkson Corp. If things didn't go our way, all the blame would be on Michael and the investors would lose their trust in him. I didn't want to be the cause of Michael's immediate downfall. Sophia's words clicked in my mind and I quickly shook them off so as to not jinx my day. I said my apologies to Mrs. Griffin and she replied with an, "Of course. I hope that's the last time you'll show such inadequacy and embarrass Michael." I simply nodded my head. A simple, "No problem," would have been fine. Today, the meeting ended much earlier and as usual, all the att