Chapter four

I received different looks from everyone, as I was walking to Mr. Trevelyan's office: a couple of stares, a bunch of glares, a few sympathetic looks, and a whole lot of snickers.

The man with green eyes I saw earlier on, introduced himself as Mr. Trevelyan's manager.

"First day of work, and you're daydreaming at your point of duty." Mr. Trevelyan's voice rang throughout the whole office. 

"I'm sorry..." I said and he raised a brow. "...sir."

"Go to the coffee room and get me some coffee, in the next ten seconds," he ordered and I was surprised at how quickly his mood changed.

And to say I was caught off guard would be an understatement.

"Yes, sir." I scurried out of the office, only to stumble on something, lose my footing, and fall. I groaned and looked up. It was not something, it was someone. 

"Shit! I'm sorry," he mumbled. He was the man that introduced himself as the manager of Mr.Hothead. He helped me up. "Hi, I'm-" 

"I'm so sorry, I have to leave," I cut him off and rushed to the hallway.

Where is Susan? I ran my hand in my hair and searched frantically for Susan.

I finally spotted her and I ran over to her.

"Susan....Where's the coffee room?" I panted.

"Uh, it is on the thirteenth floor," she said, caught off guard.

"Thanks. I owe you." I smiled and gave her a quick hug.

I ran to the elevator. And pressed the open button, it pinged open and I rushed inside.

*

"Here's your coffee, sir," I mumbled panting heavily as I dropped the cup of coffee on Mr. Hothead's table.

"You're ten minutes late," he said, looking over to his wristwatch. "I hate lateness. This would be the first and the last time you ever fail to carry out my instruction on time."

I nodded and he snapped, "Answer me!"

"Y-yes sir," I answered.

"You may leave and continue with your work."

What work?

"Bring over all the re-printed documents by twelve sharp," he ordered.

What documents?

"Yes sir." I walked out of Mr. Hothead's office and met Mr. Green Eyes.

"Hi. I couldn't talk with you earlier. I'm Eric. Eric Scott." He stretched out a hand.

Before I could say my name and shake his hand, I heard Mr.Hothead yell, "Eric!"

"Oop, sorry, I have to go see Ivan," he said and I widened my eyes because he said Mr. Hothead's name and he was right in the next room. "Oh, I mean, Mr. Trevelyan." He gave me an awkward smile and left.

I went to the elevator and pressed the IT button. And the scene in Mr. Hothead's office began to replay in my head.

Who the heck does he think he is? Did he really expect me to get a coffee that was twelve floors down in ten seconds, like a superhero? Fine, I agreed I did wrong to daydream in my office while he needed me, but who is he to boss me around? I huffed out and rolled my eyes.

Well, he's your boss, my subconscious said in a duh tone and I shut her out.

The elevator door opened and I went to the eighth floor to grab myself some coffee for my splitting headache.

...

I took a bite of my wholemeal crackers and a sip of my coffee. I walked down to my office. On my desk were files that weren't there before.

Mr. Bossy said I should bring over the re-printed documents twelve sharp, I thought.

He meant I should print the documents..... Oh.

I plopped down on my seat and retied my now loose hair into a ponytail and I grabbed the laptop on the pile of files.

*

"Finally!" I sighed as I took the printed copies of the documents and checked the time.

11:30. Phew!

I took the copies and left my office. I bumped into Susan.

"Hi." I smiled at my new friend.

"Hello, I was just coming to see you because I didn't see you during lunch," She said, and as if on cue, my stomach grumbled out loud and we both laughed.

"I was just typing some documents for the boss." I rolled my eyes and she giggled. "I was going to give him now in..." I checked my wristwatch, "...ten minutes."

"Then, hurry," she said and I headed off to his office.

When I got to Mr. Bossy's office, it was 11:59 and I took in-breaths and entered. When I got in, Mr.Trevelyan was on the phone.

"...scheduled for four. Yes....the contract will soon be negotiated. I'll fax you the documents... Okay, then, I'll send Tyler. Yeah." He hung up and looked at me.

"You're on time," he said, his brows raised.

I wanted to say, obviously! But I held my tongue. "Yes sir," I answered.

"Good. We're going to a meeting at four. So you're dismissed at two, to uh, get ready." He eyed my outfit. 

I was wearing one of Kate's fancy shirts and my huggy black skirt with my regular flats. 

"Okay sir," I answered and I turned to leave. 

"I didn't ask you to leave yet," he said, his voice as intimidating as ever.

I quickly turned and looked to the ground. "I'm sorry sir." 

I shall not be intimidated by this man-beast My subconscious held her chin high and I shut her out immediately.

"Do I intimidate you?" he asked and I looked up at him.

I hadn't noticed his outfit earlier on. He wore a grey Armani suit and his face was as perfect as ever.

"Ms. Greene!" He yelled and I snapped out of my daydreams "Daydreaming again, aren't you?" he asked, his lips pulling up to a smirk.

"N-No, sir."

"Do I intimidate you?" He asked again.

"Yes sir," I whispered and he leaned in.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." 

"Yes sir, you intimidate me," I repeated.

"You may leave," he said leaning back on his seat, a smirk on his lips.

I took one last look at those lips and I turned on my heel and left, no, staggered out of his office.