First Day at Work
Zoey's POV:
My first day at work was certainly gonna be like everyone else's. I was sure gonna adapt to the new environment, get to know more people, tidy up tedious works and a hell lot of things.
After our last encounter, I was unsure of being able to face my so-called boss. Yeah! I could it so-called because I hated the formality in approaching him and I was gonna change that sooner.
I was such an idiot. That shouldn't be my interest, I sighed as I raced into the shower. I had a specific goal to achieve, I reminded myself for the 100th time now. But it seemed he was messing with my mind lately. I couldn't distract myself from the thoughts of him.
He always made me feel nervous around him. The way his gaze fell on me the times we were alone. Merely his deep charming voice could turn me on at the slightest moment. He was literally having control over my fucking mind.
I wasn't pretty sure but I hoped I wasn't falling for my deadly prey. It was gonna be disastrous supposing that happened. That was what I feared deeply for and I was bent on avoiding it at all cost. I saw myself slowly taking my lame words back.
I was out of the shower in a jiffy. I was about plugging in my hairdryer when the lights tripped off. This couldn't be happening. My hair was still dripping wet. I couldn't fix out time to hurry to a nearby salon; time was running out.
Without another thought, I dampened my hair to my satisfaction with a dry towel. Not so bad, I shrugged. I walked over to my closet to pick out a suitable outfit for the day.
'... the second rule is dress decently', his voice echoed in my head. I chuckled softly.
Well, my own rule was contradicting to it. Mine was dress to impress. That was gonna involve breaking one out of his three rules on my first day if I chose to do otherwise.
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"Sweetie, are you gonna starve yourself because it's your first day at work?", my mom screamed in my ears. I bumped into her on my way to the main door. She hated when I skipped breakfast, even at my age.
She treated me like I was still a baby. I couldn't blame her though. I was her only child. I hated to remember that I became her only surviving child after my twin brother lost his dear life in a plane crash.
"Morning, girlfriend", I teased her.
She ignored my greetings. "You still didn't answer my question", she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Don't worry, mom. I'd be fine, okay?", I assured her.
"Hmm, okay! Take good care of yourself and remember that mama loves you", she kissed my cheeks and hugged me tight.
"I love you too, mama", I pecked her lightly and hastily dashed out of the building.
I turned down having breakfast because I was running late already. It was less than thirty minutes to 7. My mom's personal driver dropped me off at work. I arrived five minutes before time.
I heaved a deep sigh of relief before walking myself in through the revolving door of Garcia's Duds. To my greatest surprise, the company was almost empty. Was I too early or what?, I asked myself. I was in a confused state of mind.
"Hello? Excuse me, ma'am", I drew the attention of an old lady. From her appearance, she looked like a cleaner.
"Do you need help, my dear?", the lady paused to reply.
"Yes, please. Why can't I find anyone around?", I asked inquisitively.
"Mr. Garcia gave a day off to all his workers", she answered and went on with her work. I was dumbfounded. Was he playing pranks on me? Why would he do such a thing without informing me as well? I was burning with rage.
I was about turning to head back home when my phone beeped. It was a text message but the number was unsaved. I was too curious to open it and know who was behind it.
«I did all these for us, Zoey. Find me in my office and don't be long, please ;)», I gasped in shock as I read the text. I could already guess who it was. I didn't see this coming, I giggled.
He was full of surprises each day that passed. I walked down to the elevator room. It brought a flashback of the previous day as the scene replayed in my head. I couldn't wait to lay my eyes on him.