Chapter one: Initial meet
Mia's POV
Ding!
The elevator doors slide open and the bright lights on the ceiling shine ever so bright into my eyes.
I walk tall and make sure my head is up. When it comes to Wall Street you must act confident and put together, even if you're freaking the hell out on the inside. (Definitely not doing that currently...)
As I reach the end of the hall you notice the bright eggshell white walls, dark blue carpeting, and the bright yet obscure lights. The halls are also bare except for the occasional abstract art piece some weirdo made and our designer got sucked into buying because its 'refreshing'.
Its day four of my new position, secretary. I usually worked on the first floor, greeting people and signing them in. But I was bumped upstairs to be a personal secretary for one of our higher ups, Dean Teufel.
Dean is thought of as handsome, smart, talented, and socially educated. Me on the other hand, think he's a bit...off...
I'm honestly terrified to be his new secretary. Ever since his numbers rose the company thought he needed his own 'helping hand'. The thing that freaks me out the most is that he personally requested me. Out of all the other people why me?
He doesn't have me fooled one bit. I have a feeling that he and his rich asshole friends thought it would be funny to have a straight out of college girl get her hopes up for nothing. I don't expect anything less than that from these rich jerks.
I grew up poorer. Still in the city but not Wall Street for sure. Because of my upbringing I learned to work my ass off at school to get a good degree so I could obtain a job in a place like this. These jerks are nepotism babies. I kind of envy them but... I digress.
I reach the end of the hall and turn to the right. I'm standing outside of Dean Teufel's door.
I slowly raise my hand to knock but before my knuckles crash onto the wooden door it swings open, and I'm greeted by no other than the man himself.
His icy eyes pierce my skin as he looks me up and down. As he scans me, I realized that he's looking at my clothes. I'm wearing a white button up tucked into a black skirt. I've added black flats as well. My hair is in a bun but some fly away strands stick out due to my constant errand running. I have a mild make up look. Light mascara, ChapStick, light pink blush and some eyebrows so I don't look dead.
"Better today Mia. You should get a shorter skirt to show off the legs more. Makes you look taller, more feminine. And no more flats, heels only" Dean greets me.
He then steps to the side and gestures his arm towards the room, inviting me in. I reluctantly walk into his office. Dean then shuts the door and moves over to his desk.
His office is spotless. Not a thing out of place. Everything is clean and in order. Even his CDs for his player are alphabetically organized on his self. Every morning dean roams the halls with his CD player and headphones, lost in his own egotistical world. His office looks like a commercial one. Nothing in the room screams that he has an identity. Like almost mannequin like. That's what scares me the most.
"Dean, do you need anything from me before I return to my desk?" I ask.
"It's Sir, not Dean. And I need you to find me a reservation for the Four Seasons at six tomorrow. Got it?" He demands.
I go to open my mouth to speak but find it terribly difficult to do so. I give a simple nod and turn to exit.
Before I opened the door Dean threw his hand on top the door to prevent me from opening it. I jump back a bit, startled by his sudden movements.
I whip my head to face Dean.
"Say, yes sir." Dean hisses through his teeth. My eyes swell up with tears, terrified what he might do. I gulp down the lump in my throat and whisper, "Yes sir."
"Good girl. Now get back to work." Dean says this time with less hate in his voice.
I turn the knob to the door and quickly shuffle out of Dean's office. I hostilely walk over to my desk, right outside of Dean's door. I sit down and take a couple of shaky breaths. I then go to reach the phone; I have a reservation to make.