by Anja Fuerst
- No one in this company is overtime, unless it is strictly necessary - rebuked watching her closely. Nicole stared at him and looked annoyed, but his voice soft left.
- I perfectly know the rules, Mr. Carter. I am responsible for them - their eyes scorched. - I and Melissa will not do that here. We will only spend a few hours together, after hours, so that tomorrow, it is better prepared to perform their functions - thought to question, but who was I to say anything after so many blunders?
- Great! - Without looking again for any of us. - Miss ... Simon? - I felt shocks through my body just the way he said my name. - Since it is responsible, fix it. Your first responsibility is to return my car to its rightful place - handed the key without looking at me. His eyes were aware of the matches that were on my desk.
- But ... - I was about to protest. How would I know where your car was? And was not his fault, it was just a misunderstanding.
- In ten minutes I'll call Miss to pass him his second responsibility - fucking hell!
When Abgail complained of his genius could not imagine that was what she spoke. Without thinking twice I took the key and went toward the elevator. On the corner of my eye I saw that Nicole took a few steps toward me.
- You're Nick. You too, Alexa. We need to talk - was incisive. Soon after I heard the door close behind me, just getting the absolute silence.
CHAPTER 2
I tried not to sweat, but it was impossible. Practically ran with the key to powerful Carter in hand, pressing the keychain lock desperately to see which would unlock car. Thank God I could immediately identify it. Driving was more complicated. The fear of causing more damage in addition to the already caused, made me drive as fast as a slug. I changed my seat car with him and then ran back to the elevator.
Certainly my face was flushed and my hair in disarray. I ran my fingers to remove the nodes that were formed by contact with the wind trying to organize all that mess. I took a deep breath several times disguising my nervousness when the elevator stopped at a floor. With three elevators in the building it seemed all decided just get mine. By the way, was the one who went to the 16th floor.
When I made it, the room was empty. Nothing Nicole or Alexa. The Mr. Carter's door was ajar, as if waiting for me. The glass wall I could see him sitting in his stately chair, located behind his imposing desk chair. Everything about him was this: imposing. Heaven! He was beautiful, even in this so arrogant position. I walked to my desk, uncertain about what to do.
- MS. Simon.
I heard his strong, rough voice calling me. Without stopping at my table, as planned, slowly I walked into his office. Only the low hum, almost imperceptible from your computer, added to my jump noise echoed in the air. My heart pounded in his chest so hard that I was afraid that my boss could hear and because of that more invent some kind of punishment for me. I was really annoyed by what he had done. What a way to welcome a new employee. It was almost the same as throwing it out the window.
I was countless minute stop unless he even deign to look at me. Mr. Carter now analyzed a role in front, now analyzed your computer screen, without seeming to notice my presence. I began to get impatient. My feet hurt, the race and the position as standing for so many minutes.
I started looking around me, to pass the time. The room really was like an aquarium. Completely made of glass. Transparency for all sides. But I could see that, although he made clear by the local architecture, everything there was in plain sight, there were shutters, collected, ready for use at any time nor transparent.
I noticed that there was no closet. Only decorative and low furniture, like the little piece that was the backdrop of several books. Two sets of sofas gave the room the appearance of openness. A long shag rug in ecru fed the idea of comfort that the transmitted room, for all its elegance. I'd lay down that carpet very easily.
A large table with six chairs, also of wood was on the opposite end to that Mr. Carter was, however, closest to him, there was another smaller, lower with two chairs and, at the center, a chess game. Each piece seemed a jewel of inestimable value. I could see the gold that sculpted, just could not identify the stones that adorned your details.
- When end the inspection ... - startled me with his voice. It was such a clear accusation as to be embarrassing.
- Excuse me!
- It's not enough - I was amazed at how easily he could be unpalatable. - Miss now works for a CEO. It is important to be attentive to all the needs of this sector. Should always be available - he looked at me scolding my attitude. I was just watching the room. Was this a crime?
- I'm sorry - I felt it. But what I wanted was to scream and tell him how much was unbearable. Some tears formed, but fought bravely against them.
- You're late - again look just the papers. I was late? I think I lost something. Mr. Carter glared at me. - I said in ten minutes. Miss arrived in thirteen. Three minutes late. Not to mention that should have been presented with half an hour in advance so that Alexa and Nicole could instruct it properly - he rested his arms on the table projecting a little body and folding his hands in front of him. His fingers covered her mouth. Their expressions have become a perfect mystery to me.
- I did not know.
- We do not tolerate delays, Miss. Simon. Miss. Nicole will explain better at night when you are playing the role of a nanny, while losing a family meeting. I hope to be grateful to her for this and the next time realize that delayed its ends up causing problems for everyone.
My jaw literally dropped. How could he be so unbearable? I was almost believing Abby suffered that accident to get rid of him for a while.
- And now the lady is making me lose even more time - how so? My hands were opened in response. I was unarmed. - Agendas - he said indicating the door.
I thought I would run, but my feet felt heavy. I walked to the table, picked up the agendas and also a pen to his case think I was wasting even more precious time. I returned to the room stopping in front of his desk.
- Ready, Srº Carter ... - he held up a hand preventing me from continuing. His eyes were still low reading something. When just he looked at me and smiled ironically. It was outrageously sexy.
- MS. Simon, Miss have a voice? I thought I only communicated with frightened eyes - chuckled wryly.
I felt an urge to throw your colored agendas on the ground and walk away, but something told me he was testing me. I would be strong. Do not let him intimidate me. He just pointed to the chair with a look. I sat with the schedules in her lap.
- I believe that there was no time to Alexa teach her how to proceed when I arrive to the company.
- No, Mr. Carter.
- I need to know what has scheduled - he turned to the computer in front of him and typed something. I looked at my lap, indecisive about what agenda should first open. I decided to start the internal commitments. It was more likely that he was interested in this information, since he was there to work. I opened the white book looking for the date.
- The Srº have a meeting at 11: 00h with the manager of the factory parts.
I looked up slowly and realizing that he was looking at me as if searching for something inside me. I could feel a part of me that would love to be found for him, throbbing.
What an absurd habit of wanting what is dangerous, can not and should not. Since child was. I just wanted what my mother said she could not have. Not that I wanted someone like Mr. Carter, it was unbearable, beautiful, she exuded sensuality and definitely was something that could not have, moreover, was extremely dangerous, ie: it was forbidden to me.
- We start always the black book, Miss Simon - ready, another negative point.
He wrapped his long fingers through his hair perfectly tidy. It was an impatient and nervous gesture, though his fingers made me think of other things. God! What was happening to me? That was crazy.
- Excuse me!
- Do not apologize, Miss. Simon - turned his attention to the computer. - The black book, please! - Indifference in his voice
made me feel ridiculous. I took the book and looked for the date, feeling completely bewildered.
- Meeting at 15: 00h with Brazilian representatives.
- Hmm! - He took a silver pen and wrote down the information on your own schedule. So he wanted me to look after the agenda had yours? - Miss speak Portuguese?
- No.
- How can accompany me to this meeting will not even understand what they say? - I did not know what to say. Definitely they did not tell me anything about speaking Portuguese.
- I speak Spanish - it was the best I could.
The irony was stamped on his face.
- When you reach the meeting will understand that it is absurd to think you can understand Portuguese only because he speaks Spanish.
As if nothing had been said between us he checked his wristwatch, which showed me how much he was rich, then he turned back to the computer in front of him.
- What is our departure time?
I looked at the schedule looking for the information, but had nothing. Just a note that I would receive a contract to print and deliver it to the 12: 00h of the same day. I went back to look at him. Knowing that was once again being incompetent. He was waiting for me impatiently.
- Where will the meeting, Miss. Simon? - I looked back to the agenda. This time I realized with relief that the information existed.
- Presidential Room Trump meetings International Hotel & Tower Chicago, Lord.
- You drive? - He turned back to his computer. It was becoming unbearable.
The information was not included in the notes of Abby. Damn it! I was thrown in that job without any preparation. I thought I could, but every minute I realized that it was impossible to hit.
- Where can I find this information? - I was honest with him.
Nothing would get advance apologizing for my mistakes, when not even know what to do to not commit them. He laughed scornfully going again hands through his hair.
- MS. Simon, what are you doing here?
His eyes pierced me as his hands fell flat on the table. I was amazed and ashamed at the same time. He was making it clear that I was not able to hold that position. Apparently, there was. I bit my lips without knowing what he should answer. I was aware that my attitude only demonstrate how I felt defeated, however, by more than fought against, was convinced that it would be impossible not to feel that way. At the same time felt the rebellion growing inside me. Throughout the time I was punished for things I did not know he could not do.
- How did you end up in this position? - I looked at him angrily. What was he thinking? What could humiliate people and all right? It could be important, rich, even beautiful and sexy, but could not treat me that way.
- I was hired because of my training, Mr. Carter. I have a degree in economics. I have an excellent resume. I do not speak Portuguese, but I speak fluent Spanish, French and German, that should be enough for any company. I have experience in the field in which I am trying to act since I got here, however I have no way to guess how the company works, because nothing I was informed about it.
As he spoke he watched me without showing any emotion. I must have been having fun with my hysterics. This thought further fueled my anger.
- Forgive me if I do not know how to use their bureaucratic colored agendas, on the other hand, I use my iphone with great efficiency that can make the function of the three together. In addition to schedule your meeting, you can also indicate the best route for you to get there in time. I am a very curious person, for the things that interest me, so I do not see any crime in observing your room while you finish something or prioritizes your computer. Also not my fault if no one warned me that should arrive thirty minutes early to learn about their difficult and complicated routine. And do not think just Miss. Nicole lost her night to explain it, just to satisfy your ego, when I can perfectly well come early tomorrow and hear what she has to teach me.
As he said nothing, just watched my outburst, I got up leaving the agendas in the chair and pointed my finger in his direction. It was disrespect, but I was already playing all the shit on the fan, then that would be just a part of it.
- Not my fault if your doorman did not tell me that there was a lot to mortals and another for the gods. It was very inhuman of you, tell me to park your car just because I made a mistake. Next time come early to get secure your place - I noticed a smile forming in the corner of his mouth. - Oh, you're right, Mr. Carter, I am not able to occupy this position, but I was the best that you have succeeded. Apparently no one is here a long time without making you throw your car into a tree to get rid of certain people - his eyes narrowed, soon realized that I was in trouble.
CHAPTER 3
I woke up already feeling the bitter taste of the beginning of my day. The former had been very difficult. Problems and more problems. It seemed I could never find a solution. I felt like a prisoner. A prisoner of eternal my own actions and decisions. I would have to pay for all my choices with an eternity of suffering.
So when I came to the company, hating everything that led me to it, especially the circumstances, and found an old car, old model, which was a real threat to other drivers of Chicago, right in my place, almost made a well humanity and destroy there. Yes, because if that car unfinished project hit another, would give a tremendous job collecting their debris, and if someone then one surely die of tetanus. What the fuck was that? My job had become a junkyard?
Drove annoyed by parking employees only getting a place in the background, far from everything, exposed to sun and rain. I had no choice, was to leave the car there or on the street. I took a last look at the vehicle that both estimated vowing to myself that sue who had taken my job if something happened to him. I hiked checking my delay through the wristwatch, which angered me even more. Who would be stupid enough to park in my spot?
I took the elevator. I think my face prevented others from entering along with me, as it was stopping the floors of the building. My cell phone rang, I looked at the caller ID Tanya seeing the name written on it. Not answered.
No more problems as coffee breakfast.
As the door opened, I understood why my stress. The substitute secretary. It could only be her. With so many things in my head, I forgot that I could finally return Alexa Bruno. I saw Nicole and Alexa launch me speculative looks, but the girl was still on his back. He gave to have a nice view of her ass. Hmm! She was until jeitosa. Beautiful body, tidy hair, well dressed. Not so good, but the right way. Then she turned. Her face was beautiful. A bit childish, but beautiful. fine features, thick lips and perfectly green eyes. The girl was amazing.
She stared at me anxiously. I knew identify that look. It was more or less like a costume for me, get looks that way. I was dazzled by my beauty, or my size. She could not wait to see what lay behind it all, but I was surprised by me feel happy to be admired for her. But there was something more in that look. Something that intrigued me while poked my warning sensor. It was as if the fragile girl in front of me were a danger.
All right, she was beautiful. But it was only a woman and I was in a foul mood. On the other hand, the same feeling that intrigued me, pushed me to act, to move forward. Seldom I had this desire. After all that Tanya had done in my life, I became more and more distant achievements of these teenagers. For me, woman and sex were always in the same sentence. But not necessarily with the same importance.
Her beauty combined with the way made me want her, only with the first look, let me really puzzled. I was still angry, and that his face blushing made me feel an irresistible urge to confront her. It looked like a cornered animal. Afraid of me, afraid of everything. I should have it. I certainly would not be a good person for her. It was better to leave this point clearly. His frail, breakable, made me understand that almost instantly. If that girl could only imagine the things I did in this life, all my absurd, selfish steps and their consequences, surely would break in half.
- Mr Carter.
Alexa said politely. She never called me this wa
y, since it would marry with my brother and had intimate enough to put aside formalities, but I expressed my surprise, certainly was teaching the girl how it should address me.
- Good morning, Alexa Nicole - I could not stop looking at her. She was even redder. It was stunning! And I could make her blush an unbelievable way.
- Robert. Did something happen? You never late.
Oh, of course! I never late, but apparently, the girl came into my life to make me break some rules. No. I could not break the rules. It would be too much risk. I immediately remembered Tanya and connection that I refused to answer. What she wanted?
- Yeah. Looks like someone parked in my spot. Someone new to the company - I looked at it making it clear he did not like. - I had to look for another place to park. Believe me, my car had to stay out of the parking lot of the leaders. Just I found vacancy on the staff.
I almost laughed to see her so embarrassed, but I kept my face scowling. It would be a beautiful game to make it crumble. Maybe it was the right thing to do. Let her escape would be safer to keep her close, given that even without we exchange any words I have found uncomfortable with his presence.
- Well ... - Nicole was also embarrassed. I would have to bear a huge interrogation of my sister as soon as he could get rid of the desk. - This is the new secretary, Melissa Simon, replacing Abgail during the four months of his departure,
I took some sheets of paper that Nicole reached out toward me without bothering to pretend any interest in them. I could not concentrate. "Melissa Simon. This will be fun. Let's see how long the girl will still look at me that way. " Count the seconds for her to leave running and crying in my room. I would give you good reasons to do that.
- I think someone needs to explain Miss. Simon our rules and how my time is precious for me to miss for trivial reasons, like not find my place available.