*Kat’s POV
After parking my car in the underground parking of Waynst. I got off and walked to the elevator and it had only one button and a code box. Okay, so only the person who has the code can go to wherever it takes to, and since I don’t have that code, I pressed the only button left other than the buttons that call for emergency. It took me to a floor which I later understood was the ground floor of the company and I got off and came to see a beautiful blonde lady sitting behind the desk. So that must be the receptionist. And I walked to her.
“Hi how may I help.” She asked, smiling at me. And here I am thinking, this beautiful lady will be a rude bitchy type of lady. So, ‘don’t judge the book by its cover’ is actually true.
“Hi, I am Katherine Marshal. I am here to meet Ry- um, Mr. Scott.” When I was about to say his name, she narrowed her eyes at me. Well, the look she gave me can be who-is-this-lady-trying-to-steal-my-boyfriend, I got this look soo many times during highschool when I was walking down the hallways with Ryder. Ryder is very handsome, I cannot deny that, and so many girls having a crush on him, especially those bitchy meany type already take him to be their boyfriend. I got used to that look.
But the look this pretty lady gave me can also be who-is-this-lady-daring-to-say-our-boss’s-first-name, well judging from the way he has changed I have no doubt that he makes other intimidated.
“Wait, do you know our boss, cause no one who doesn’t know him dares to say his first name even if it is not in his presence.” She said confirming that the look she gave was the second one I thought ‘who-is-this-lady-daring-to-say-our-boss’s-first-name,’ look.
“Well, that’s a long story.” I said and sighed. She gave me a sympathetic smile. Why did she-
“You must be one those girls who bedded with him coming again to see him, right?” she said answering my unasked even not completed thought question.
“NO.” I said raising my voice. Forget about meeting, I don’t go behind a person who doesn’t want me if anything, I deserve men to be behind me if they denied me.
“Sorry-”
“No, I am sorry I shouldn’t have raised my voice. I am actually here regarding the new building.” I interrupted her before she completed her apologize. If anyone, it should be me who should apologize and feel pity for me. For still having the hopeless feelings towards the man who I had relation with from I was 5 till 22, who now doesn’t even show the emotions of acquaintance.
“ahh the architect from Simiona. Am I right? I am so sorry for saying something unnecessary about who you are.” she said embarrassed.
“It’s okay.” I said that, and she went back to being a professional. I think we will be good friends. I don’t know why I felt that, but I had that feeling.
“Okay, my name is Martha. I have notified the boss’s secretary. The moment she gets it she will call back and once he agrees you can go to the elevator on the left of the elevator you came up.” She said with a professional tone pointing towards the elevator I have to go to meet him. And before she could bring her hand back to her side, she got the call. It must be from the secretary of his. I wonder if he had slept with her, I wouldn’t be surprised if that had already taken place. Like I said he is not my Ry anymore he is the cold icy CEO Ryder Scott. Though the mere thought of another girl on his lap tears me up, I got to accept the reality.
“You may go he has agreed to meet you. Its on the topmost floor. When you reach 17th floor, you will be asked the password, and it is.. one second…” she said. She pulling out a note from the drawers of the desk and turned the pages and stopped when she reached one page and looked at saying, “the password is ’28-09-2012′. There you will meet his secretary, who will take you to his room.” She said pulling me back from my thoughts. Wow, I must have been in my thought so deeply that I hadn’t even heard her talking to the so-called secretary.
“Thanks.” I said and with a nod from her I went to the elevator and pressed the button 17, which was the odd one out from the rest of the paired buttons. As the elevator went up a sweet music was played. He must have installed it for the tired employees to be feeling some relief after the tough day. It must have not been out of sympathy, it must have been done because unexhausted energetic employee brings more profit to the company. He was such a smart ass.
I should give him the credit for that and I minute silent pray for those who thought the CEO to be so kind to put music for the employee because let me tell you something from my experience he hates it when someone hears music or tries to relax when doing something serious and me being totally different from him does my work even the most serious work by hearing music. I just can’t do anything without music.
As the 17 floor arrived, the elevator stopped, but the doors weren’t open and suddenly a very sweet feminine voice asked for the password. And I said, “28-09-2012” and the door opened with a “Welcome” from the same sweet voice.
I have absolutely no idea why has he kept this date to enter his floor. This is the date his parents got into an accident, the day we lost all his contacts. With a sigh, I stepped out of the elevator before it closed. Like Martha said, there was a very beautiful lady who had a beautiful wavy red hair with all the curves at right places wearing a dress that showed everything that should not be showed. Well, you could say she is practically the bitchy secretaries I read in the novels. The ones that had a label tapped on her saying she will get her boss in her panties as cringy as it sounds. And just the way she looked at me confirmed that she didn’t like me. Feelings are mutual, sweetheart.
“Hi you must be Katherine.” She said with a dramatic sweet voice with a fake smile plastered on her face and I gave back a blank look which seemed to tick her off if the way her jaw clenched was of any evidence. I never replied or mind those people who were bitchy towards me. I can the worst bitch ever and the sweetest person at the same time it all depends on the way people address me. Let’s just say I am like a mirror. My attitude towards a person depends entirely on the way a person shows to me.
“Hi and yes, I am Katherine. Let me cut to the chase neither you nor I like each other so lets just get this over with so neither of us have to see each other’s face.” I said very bluntly to the redhead, shocking her, which was masked pretty quickly with yet another fake smile. Don’t even ask me why she even bothers to do that.
“Mr. Scott is waiting for you. He doesn’t like those who are not punctual, so let me show you to his room before you get scolded on you first day, shall we.” She said showing me fake concern. No matter how much a person acts, I can see through their act pretty easily, and that’s the main reason why no one can hide a secret from me. No matter best friend or boyfriend. That’s the main reason why I can find out if Mandy or Ry is hiding something.
I follow her from the big room where there’s a small desk-like-cubicle to wall on the left and several chairs on the right I assume it must be the waiting room to take a right and through a small hallway to stand in front of wooden double doors. She knocked on the door and then left after nodding to me. Inhaling a huge chunk of air in and exhaling it out, I opened one door and came inside the large room.
As I enter the office to my left was the 4 modern white sofa chairs arranged in a box shape with the glass table in between which had a flower in middle. To my right is the wall was floor-ceiling glass through which we can see most of the Newyork city. It was such a beautiful sight, and to my front is the most handsome person sitting on a modern chair and table with a stoic face. He looks so handsome in his suit. An emotion passes his eyes in a millisecond speed as he looks me from toe to head and when we look into each other’s face, I saw him with his jaw clenched tightly.
He cleared his throat, asking me to enter his office. In a professional way as if talking to one of his clients he tells me all that I need to know to start on my design for his new building and calls his secretary in to show me my cubicle which he has made recently for the designer to be on the same floor as his so he could inform his ideas and changes on the spot wasting no one’s time. As I got up he put forward his hand and I put forward mine for a handshake.
“Miss Marshal, I hope you have a pleasant time working here.” He says with no emotions to his face.
“Thankyou Mr. Scott.” I say with the same no-emotion tone and saw his jaw clenched as I called him formally. Like I said, no matter who, I can be a total bitch if you act that way towards me.
With that, I turn around, following his secretary to my new cubicle. As I exit his office, I turn 90 degrees to open the door to my office. As I entered my office, I noticed that our rooms were pretty close, meaning it’s only a wall that is in between us. It can go both ways, relation-wise also room-wise. From my office I could see his office. The wall separating us is made of glass.
I guess he divided his room into two, even then my office is big. Big enough to have two black sofa one facing his office and one facing my desk and a small red table in between. Everything here is modern. I sat on my chair and then noticed a button under the desk. As I pressed on it, the glass got frozen. And that made me release a huge sigh of relief, I could feel his stare the moment I entered my office. Will it always be like this between us? very tensed stranger like. With another deep breath, I kept my head on my hands that were crossed on the table. As I thought on how to survive rest of my days.
*Ryder’s POV
As Kat entered the room, the atmosphere got very tensed. As she looked at the decorations of my room, I looked at her. From toe to her hair that was loosely tied up, she always hated it when her hair was kept down, though she looked both ways I loved when she kept her hair down, it made her eyes stand out. The pencil skirt she wore showed the beautiful curves of her. That gave me an instant hard-on. This woman even without giving a glance can make me hard while others have to work on it for 30 minutes maximum. No one was as beautiful and hot as fuck like her.
As I finally made contact with her, the butterflies in my tummy started fluttering after coming out of their coffins. It been 3 years since I had these feelings. The feelings I had when I looked at her. The moment I saw her eyes dilating to catch on to my expression showed in my eyes, I coughed and turned to stoic expression again.
After giving all the instructions to her, I called my slutty secretary who came in wearing a dress that showed everything. She thinks with that she can make me bed her. That is all in her dreams. If I bed her, then it will be because she becomes unemployed. I always had a rule that I don’t intend to break and that is ‘not to sleep with my employees’. Though I noticed the way she gave death glares to my… cough… to Kat. That’s it, she is just Kat, not mine anymore. Anyway, as I was saying if looks could kill, the way my secretary glared at Kat, I would have probably started to arrange her funeral. The mere thought of death gave chills to me.
After sending them out I sat back in my chair running hands through my hair. As I saw her as she entered her room looking around her room, she went and sat behind the chair and pressed the button that I too had under my desk that gave us our privacy. I let out a deep breath and put my head on my hands on the table.
If this is how it is going to be every day, I am going to return to who I was after begging her for forgiveness cause I cannot handle being away from her, hiding my true emotions, acting as if strangers. It was pure torture. What more is waiting for me?