a.k.a the Devil

''Ms. Green'' I looked up from my computer immediately after hearing Mr. Mávros', my boss, voice. He didn't even wait for my response because before I could speak ''I need the Milan files seven a.m. tomorrow.''

Mr. Devin Carlo Mávros a.k.a the Devil, is my boss for three years now and as his P.A., I knew better than to make reasons with him, but not tonight. I have a date.

''Sir? Those papers are due next Friday'' I stood up as soon as I saw the crease forming on his forehead and explained my stand further. ''The marketing department hasn't given me their reports, Sir.'' I took my black notepad and checked what day it was although I knew what exactly the date was. It's Friday and the meeting for the proposed Milan hotel happened only this Monday. The feasibility analysis for the project would be done in two weeks, give or take, with me doing overtime for paper works till nine in the evening if I may add.

Mr. Mávros' face turned sour, not that he was not already in a sour mood when he knocked, he crossed his muscular arms over his chest. ''Well then, do your job and tell them to do the work they are paid to do.'' He snapped through clenched jaw. ''I need those papers in the morning or else your fired.'' His voice was firm with command as he turned his back on me.

Glancing over my coworkers who were giving me a sympathetic look, I heaved a sigh and focused my gaze back on my computer.

Mr. Mávros is a good person, that's why I chose to work for him even after experiencing first hand his arrogance with his employees. He is the reason I barely made it out of college, not that he knows about it, so the moment I graduated with a degree in Business Economics, I applied at his company, The Mávros Enterprises.

I was ecstatic when I learned from the HR that I would be assigned as Mr. Mávros' P.A. To meet the man whose company sponsored my scholarship in college was a dream but after two days of working for him, I was already regretting the idea of that stupid dream. He basically screamed at me when I didn't get the perfect taste of his coffee, black with a pinch of sugar, no cream, and he threw the coffee in my white top that day.

In my three years of working for him, he fired me six times already and scolded me in from of the board of directors too many times than my fingers on both hands and feet can count. The first year was the worst I guess, I cried more for him than I cried for my boyfriend, Max.

He's not always this acrid towards me, there are times when he gave me compliments for my hard work, four times as I counted them. Those were times like now, when I basically bleed and forget the meaning of rest and sleep just to be able to meet his standards.

It was only one in the afternoon and if I can get the details I need from the marketing and finance department, I might just get lucky and make it to my date at eight tonight.

Heaving a sigh again, I stopped the report I was making for my boss and called both of the department's managers.

Marie, the marketing manager answered on the first ring.

''Hey, it's me'' I murmured after her proper phone etiquette in answering a company call. It's one of Mr. Mávros' unbendable rules. Be professional.

''Hey Ren, what's up?'' Marie answered in her friendly tone now. I'm friends with almost all of Mr. Mávros' employees actually, except for my boss, who I spend most of my time at the office. Ironic isn't it?

''Can you send me the data you have for Milan?'' I tried to keep my voice from sounding bitter. All the employees know how bad Mr. Mávros's mood can get.

''Oh no'' Marie's tone suddenly turned concerned. ''Did the sexy devil forgot the date again?'' she was clearly trying to cheer me up by using sexy devil. Mr. Mávros is a handsome guy, six foot five, blue eyes, kissable lips, and perfect jaws for a Greek God, black curly locks and yes, he has the body of a super-god-dammed-hot-model, and if he isn't as moody as a girl with menstrual cramps, I'd say he is fucking perfect but sadly he's not perfect at all.

''I don't know, I haven't even finished the reports for the Rome hotel'' I said in between sighs as I rub my temple in circles with my thumb making my eyeglasses roll up to my hair.

I really hate feeling like this, like everything is against me. I'm not a pessimist, but I've been looking forward to this date with Max tonight for some time now and I feel that fate isn't on my side. If I can't finish this FS in four hours, I'm doomed.

''When does he need the papers?'' Marie knows exactly how Mr. Mávros's mind works. She's been with the company for five years now and she saw how I pushed through all of my boss's needs and survived it like an apocalypse.

''Seven a.m. tomorrow'' I murmured as I tapped my sharpie on my desk.

''Christ!'' she cursed and I heard somethings dropped and papers ruffling. ''I'll be there in your office, give me ten.''

''Thanks'' and we hung up.

A few minutes more and my office was filled with my friends. Marie came up with Jeremy, the finance assistant manager, and Coleen the COO's P.A. The COO of the company is Mr. Mávros' sister and we became friends actually so when she learned from Coleen about her brother's 'request' she immediately sent Coleen for help.

It's already four p.m. on the dot and we're actually making big progress. We've been brainstorming since one-thirty and I have a good feeling that we can finish the paper. Boxes of sweets and snacks are scattered on my desk but I didn't care if my office is very untidy as long as we can finish the paper works before seven p.m.

The clock is ticking and when it hit six-fifty, we wrapped everything up and I let out the breath that I was holding. Jeremy had to run off early because he also has a date and Marie needed to pick up her daughter from her parent's place.

Coleen and I were the ones left to proofread everything because if there was even the slightest typo error, my boss would practically cut my head off.

''Good luck with the date''