Chapter 3

"This is my office."

I answer and try to tear my gaze from him. He taps on the table gently gaining my attention again.

I stare at him and notice how two lovely dimples form on his face as he smiles at me holding my eyes with his firm gaze.

"Your office."

He repeats slowly and I swear this is the loveliest voice I have ever heard. If this is how I start my first day at work then I'm lucky.

I can feel it in my bones.

"Who appointed it to you?"

He's line of questioning is confusing what is it with this office that has got him going police on me?

Ok the office may be one of the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire twenty two years.

I don't remember the name of the ridiculous old man who took me around after the interview. "You are so stupid" I hear a voice in my head laughing at me.

"He was an old man with a scar on the face"

I answer truthfully. I have a tendency of remembering hideous physical traits of people especially of the people I hate them.

He chuckles lightly and tries to stifle a laugh but he's too late as I spot a huge smack on his face.

"You don't remember his name?'

He asks narrowing his eyes at me and i register a change on his face.

"Are even you sure you passed the interview?"

He's voice has gotten so intimidating that I can feel goosebumps forming at my lower back but I refuse to be intimidated.

I'm so angry a him .How dare he spout nonsense about my capabilities.

"If you came into my office to disrespect me you can leave now. I hope you are done spouting nonsense and masking your true intentions under the charade of being kind This lovely place is my office and I'm sorry in advance if a congested cubicle was allocated to you plus I don't need to remember everyone's name."

I blubber and by the time I'm done i'm breathless .This is the first time I'm standing up for my self and it's feels so good. I want to clap for myself.

There is no way I'll let him stand in my office for onother minute i'm afraid he may leave a bad omen behind. I can't believe that i'd thought that his sweet voice could bring me good luck! I literally hump I my mind.

I walk to the door dramatically and open it for him.To hell with stupid work ethics. Who brought up interpersonal interactions?

"You are kidding right?"

He asks shock clearly evident on his handsome face .

"I give you a chance to refute your statements"

He says calmly seemingly unnerved by my ranting.This man is so infuriating.

"Get out I need to start my day which I clearly can't with you being rude here"

He looks at

me opens his mouth but shuts it almost immidietly. He studies my face for a minute and I'm about to drag his ass out when a tall man walks in without throwing a glance at me.

What a great way to start my day especially my first day at work. I wish I had taken Mike's offer to drink the lucky tea he had offered Yester_night but I swear on my life that,that thing smelled worse than urine and knowing him he must have peed into the hideous jar he brought with. Christ I could have at least woken up exactly at midnight to perform the abnoxious lucky dance that he'd suggested . Of course all his ideas are always utterly ridiculous.

"Sir you have a meeting at 10.30am should I draft anything"