Chapter 7
•• • Emile POV • ••
Luckily for me once I reach home, my mom isn't. I praise the heavens as it saves me from her sermons and moral lessons.
I stride to the kitchen and make a cup of warm black coffee without milk and sugar. I heard it reduces stress and alcohol effects in the body. I carry the glass of coffee with me in the parlour and I sip it till I fall back asleep on the couch.
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•• • Dickinson POV • ••
The alarm clock ringing at 6 am...
“Fuck!.”
My head hurts. I cry as I shudder out of sleep. I get up, stretch my body. This couch isn't comfortable at all. Now my body aches.
From where I'm strutting the bed seems to be empty. Very curious, I stroll closer and it's actually empty. I move around the house in search of her. She is nowhere to be found. I guess she left.
“Fine!. At least it's saves me from long explanations!.”
With that I go to the bath and have a quick shower.
I brush my teeth, comb my hair, etc..., my every morning routine. Once I'm done with all that. I dress up and I spray different types of expensive perfumes on me.
I move to the small bar in the living room. I pour out a glass of whiskey. I drink it in a gulp. It's a good morning stimulant for the heavy tasks I have ahead of me.
Then I walk out of my cottage to find Jim, who is strutting at the gate entrance waiting for me. He opens the car door and I walk in. He immediately takes his seat and drives off to the company.
“Jim, stop at the usual restaurant and grab me some breakfast!.”
I order.
“Okay, sir!.” he simple nods.
He drives till we reach the restaurant.
“Jim, it's a take away!.”
I insist as he steps out of the care to go collect the breakfast at the restaurant. He rapidly grabs the food and comes back with it. For a man of his age his quite efficient.
“Thank you Jim!.”
I recklessly retort as he hands me over the food.
Then he drives off while I I'm eating at the back.
I got several houses but no home. No one to take care of me. Anyway, I'm used to takeaways and restaurants. Emily isn't the cooking type.
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“Good morning sir!.”
My Secretary Naomi greets as she sees me entering. Walking into my office, I simply nod at her.
I unexpectedly stop and step back to her asking...
“Has Emile shown up for work this morning?.”
“Of course, sir!. It's her first day here. She can't be stupid to miss such rare opportunity!.”
She conveys.
“Okay!.”
I simply nod walking further.
“Any problem sir?.”
I stop at the sound of her query voice.
“Yes!. Call her to get to my office, now!.”
I carelessly instruct without any second thought.
“Okay sir!.”
She nods.
With that I get in my office!.
“I don't know why but I'm beginning to hate this Emile!.”
Noami groans as she picks the phone to call Emile.
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• •• Emile POV • ••
My head, my body, my eyes, every single part of me hurts. I don't think I will be able to work anything today. At least I showed up!. Or it was better to stay home. I lay down my head on my desk.
“Any problem?.”
A gentle male voice hits me.
“No, thanks!”
I heavily hoist my head to him.
“Sorry, I'm Ethan and you are Emile, right?.”
He gently enunciates. He looks so humble and calm.
“Yea...?”
I tug my query voice. Like it's my first day here, how does he know my name?.
“I was informed that you are my new subordinate!.”
He softly smiles...
“Okay!. Happy to meet you!.”
I promptly retort plugging back my head on my desk so that he can leave and give me some space. He looks friendly and gently but I don't have time to make any friends. I'm damn tired.
I still feel his irritative presence!. I wearily pull up my head to face him. I fall on his startle stare fixed on me.
“What?.”
I ask getting a little bit hostile this time. Like what the hell does he want from me?.
“We have a meeting now!. I'm your head of department. You are to come and introduce yourself to me as my new direct assistant!...”
He explains without yelling but I perceive the hint of wrath in his facial expression.
“Oh, sorry!. I'm sorry sir!.”
I immediately get up from my seat with my head on fire, feeling stupid at the same time.
“It's fine!. Meet me in my office!.”
Then he leaves.
As soon as he finishes the office phone on my desk begins to ring. “What again!.” I yell to myself as I pick up the phone!.
“Good morning, it's Emile...!” she cuts me off...
“Mr Dickinson demands to see you in his office now!.” His Secretary Naomi announces. Then she offs the call without giving me the room to offer a word.
“Fuck!.”
I hostily plug the phone back on its base.
I instantly leave like someone is jabbing my back. I take the lifter to his ward, adjusting my dress in the lifter. Then the doors opens with me busily fixing my dress. When I realise it, I timidly lift up my head to the secretary who fixes her scrutinising gaze on me. She doesn't even bother to hide it.
“Fuck! She will take me for a trollop now.” I tell myself bypassing her desk like she doesn't exist. I don't even wait for her to announce my presence. I don't know why but she hates me. I'm sure about it.
I open Dickinson's office door. Yet I hesitate to get in!.
“Get in!.” Dickinson waves me in. I timidly walking in, wondering.
“Take a seat!.” he adds as he gets up from his desks, slowly stridden to me. I take a seat. He follows me and seats on the tables folding his legs directly opposite me. We are so near to each other.
“How are you now?.”
He asks as if he cares.
“I'm fine sir...!.”
I retort pulling my quiver voice.
“Call me Dickinson!.”
He urges.
“Okay, Dickinson!.”
I boldly retort thou every part of me is trembling. I don't like this vulnerability I experience every time I'm near him. I guess it's because his my Boss and I love this job so much that I don't wish to lose it.
“Better!.”
He lifts one of his eyes brow with his stare fixed on me. Aaawww his so cute!.
“You did have fun last night!.”
He gets conny.
OMG, I cry deep down hoping I didn't do something stupid last night.
“I just can't remember what happened last night!. I even woke up in your room!.”
I nervously react.
“Sir, the board members are here already waiting for you!.”
Secretary Naomi barges in without knocking. I guess she did it intentionally.
She finds us near each other and it seems not to bother Dickinson as he doesn't shift an inch. While I'm seriously embarrassed. Now it's final, for her, I'm a slut!.
“Take them to the conference auditorium. I will be there in a short while!.”
He waves her out with his stare fixed on me. She immediately leaves.
“Sir, I think I should leave!.”
I rise from the chair with my shaky body.
He clenches my arm as I attempt a step further and he whirls me nearer to his chest. He still seated on the desk. I melt in his arms with his warmth breath stroking my face. I begin to breathe so fast that he feels my heartbeat.
He shifts me closer to him passing his hands around my waist. He motions his mouth towards my ear. “Calm down!.” He whispers.
He slightly licks my ear with his long wet tongue. Then he instantly withdraws his tongue adding...
“Can you remember?. Last night?.”
He whispers again. Then he tightly grabs my lips with his.
“No, we can't do this. You are a married man!.”
I flinch.
“Shit!. Is this why you offered me this job?. To take advantage of me?.”
I holler.
“You won't do this?.”
He gets dazed by my weird behaviour according to him.
“Sorry, I can't do this!. I have a conscience and I'm not a fucken bitch you can have anyhow you want.”
I manage to get off his grip.
“I can't remember what happened last night but all I can tell you is that it was a mistake. When I get tipsy I get stupid!.”
I walk out of his office mad and feeling stupid at At the same time.
Also, I don't want to lose this job!. I have a lot of dreams like I can't return as a worker in that club.
Naomi scrutinizes me as I get out of her Boss’s office. She looks at me with an air of superiority like “I know you fuck the Boss but I was here before you so calm down young girl!.”
“OMG!.” now I'm a slut...
I walk out like I'm not noticing her stare but I have seen everything.
I walk back to my desk. It's still very early in the morning but my day is already a mess.
