Chapter 8 (Coffee Maker to The Hot CEO)

(Joyce's POV)

"Oh fuck, I'm so very sorry. Please continue your...... whatever." I said in shock as I simultaneously shut the door against them.

"What the fuck? Hey, wait there this instant! " Chills went down my spine as I heard the fucked secretary's voice out.

My eyes were sealed shut and prepared for whatever was coming my way next as I stood beside the door, hearing thunderous footsteps coming towards it.

(Door opens)

"Are you dumb?" She asked directly, patiently waiting for my reply.

Her hair was all messy. I could feel the air conditioner coming from her office, but she looked quite sweaty and still trying to catch her breath.

"No!" I gave her a stare with my reply.

"No, you must be if you didn't see the Do Not Disturb (DND) sign right here!" She said, glaring at me and pointing at the Do Not Disturb sign hanging on the door handle.

It was as if I had just ruined her birthday present or she was at the climax of her life and my interfering turned her off completely.

I was almost compelled by her harsh tone until it struck me. I wasn't working here. Heck, I could care less if I interrupted the best sex of her life right now. So I thought to myself.

The company just rigged an interview. I had put all my hope in it and at this point I may be sinking into a short depression if I take any more of this fucked secretary's unpleasant tone. I took two steps closer to her.

"I said I'm sorry, if you don't want it. I don't care, but don't fucking use that tone on me again or I'll throw my bad day at you. " I stated unapologetically to her

I could see the agape expression on her face after my statement. It hit her so unexpectedly, maybe thinking I would beg her like a slave employee under her anointing.

"Excuse me? Who do you think you are? " She said as she took two steps closer to me, her tone now twice as unpleasant.

Just then, he showed up from the office with his lofty height trying to get my attention. The secretary stood by the door when he came out at me with his masculine aura. The image of how I saw him fucking this secretary was hard to swipe off when I looked at his face.

"Chillax, she must be new here," he said, turning to the secretary and then back to me.

"Hi," he said, stretching his hands towards me for a handshake. I declined politely, shaking my head repeatedly and taking a step backwards while responding with "Hi" as well.

Of course, he didn't expect me to shake him after I just saw him use the same hands to squeeze the secretary's boobs not too long ago.

He didn't seem to judge my behavior, but instead shrugged his shoulders a little and asked.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came here for the interview for the post of a broadcaster at SCREAM TV. Unfortunately, I squandered my time because they already had someone." I said, waving my hands in the air in a dramatic way.

He remained silent for a few moments, avoiding eye contact by looking at the floor, until he finally broke the silence.

"Well yeah, that's a shame," he said, while still avoiding eye contact once more.

"You brought me my coffee earlier, right?"

"Yesss," I responded in a curious manner, trying to figure out where he was heading.

"Be my coffee maker." He finally arrived at his point.

I became confused and tense at the same time with his proposal. Who was he actually to give me a job in this big organization, dressed in such a way?

Secondly, I don't think a coffee maker is a good job to hire someone for since it's neither a talent nor a skill. Who could possibly do such a thing? Apparently, the one man I am looking at right now.

"I don't mean to sound rude, but who are you to give me a job in this big organization, huh? " I heard the secretary let out a deep gasp after I uttered this.

"How dare you?" She said, but I paid less attention to what she said and more to what this man had to tell me about himself.

He smiled and placed both his hands behind his back, raised his chin, and straightened his body before saying a word.

"I'm Mr. Fernando, and I am the founder of Scream TV!" he said.

I looked at the secretary and she wasn't saying anything anymore. Then I turned back to the man. I couldn't believe what I was hearing and asked, "Excuse me?"

"You heard the boss, you dumb bitch." I glared at the secretary after she interrupted.

"How about I offer you $500 per week as my coffee maker?" He spoke without hesitation.

"Sir, isn't that offer absurd?" The secretary interrupted once more.

"$500 per week, what do you say?" So, the man said, ignoring the secretary's words.

I held my forehead in amazement as I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. None of what was happening right now made any sense to me.

Who was I that he would make such a tempting offer just like that? Unless...

"I'm not having sex with you!" I said with determination.

"What?!" His smile dropped and his expression changed immediately.

"You heard me. I'm not having sex with you, so you can pay me $500 as your coffee maker. "

"I don't do that. I'm more of a ladies' man. They come to me, not the other way around. My offer is simply because I enjoyed your coffee earlier. "

Well, that was a believable excuse. He was actually a tall hottie.

"But that doesn't make any sense. Why pay me $500 for just making your coffee when you can get one for less than $10 at the store? "

"Like I said! I enjoyed your coffee and, secondly, I have the money. " He said, with both hands on his waist, now waiting for my final answer.

So he wasn't bluffing when he said he was the CEO of SCREAM TV. Why did I have to meet him in the most unprofessional of ways?

I squeezed my fist tight while I closed my eyes to calm my nerves. Even though I didn't entirely the only reason for such a huge pay was that he enjoyed my coffee.

"Alright, I accept," I said as I gasped.

"Good. Give my secretary your contact so she'll text you when ever I'm around."