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Alice Lively
Damn. I hate
seeing this arrogant beautiful bastard first thing in the morning. But how am I
supposed to avoid him. By being late to work? No way.
I
quicken my pace through the enormous glass door of the building of Dyer and Co,
looking at my watch. Right on time. Passing through the crowd, I see the
dark haired bastard arriving at the elevator, wearing his clean cut suit that
probably costs double my monthly paycheck. Every woman in the building tries to
get his attention somehow, seizing him up, fiddling with their hair. You name
it. Rarely does a day pass without my co-employees gushing about how they
fantasize about him.
All but
me. I can ’ t stand him. I watch him walk indifferently with
his chin up as if the world revolved around him. Such an arrogant bastard who
happens to be my boss, and actually owns this entire building.
If we
have one single thing in common it would be our commitment to What we do. I
always arriving on time. Never late. I worked my ass off to get where I am.
I
pretend my high heels slow me down so I could take the next elevator. I didn ’ t sleep
well yesterday. I spend all night calculating how I am supposed to fulfill this
month's financial obligations, so I could spare having my boss giving me a hard
time this morning. If it were for me, I can take care of myself. It's just that
I pay my mother and sister's bills, too.
Slowly,
the bastard turns his head and looks at me with those green eyes, seizing me from
top to bottom. Like usual, I can't read his mind. Everyone knows you can't read
Sebastian Dyer's min if he doesn't want you to. It's he his most beloved
technique when doing business.
Is that
a smirk on his face?
I act
like I don ’ t see him as a small crowd hurries into the
elevator after him.
Thank
God. Now I could take the other one.
“ Alice, ” I hear
his sharp voice call me from inside the elevator. “ We don ’ t have
all day. ”
B.A.S.T.A.R.D.
Why
doesn ’ t he
call me Ms. Lively? No one is this building calls their secretaries by their
first name but him.
I purse
my lips and walk to the elevator, almost hypnotized by his demanding voice. I
hate it when I feel like that.
Entering
the elevator I plaster an insincere smile on my lips. Every time I look at him
closely, I try not to admire his gorgeous looks.
Every
time!
I turn
around and face the door. I press my floor button a little harder than usual
instead of puffing in anger or kicking him in the balls with the tip of my
heels. It ’ s amazing what a girl in heels can do to her
enemies even if they are standing behind her.
Wy do I
feel so aggressive. I guess I am only nervous with hims standing behind me.
The
crowd in the elevator stand firm like a horde of cattle, afraid to offend him
in any way. A couple of them cling to their suitcases, pretending to be
checking the floor. It ’ s not like the famous Sebastian
Dyer gets angry at his employees or something; he just has that look that strips people naked in front of him.
I roll
my eyes, wondering if he is unapologetically checking my ass. He is known for
not taking no for an answers and being unapologetically blunt wit women.
Sometimes, I wonder how many women he has slept with.
A
couple of businessmen try to hop into the elevator, one of them stop the door
before it closes. They must be visitors or they wouldn ’ t dare.
“ Take
the next one! ” Sebastian says in one piercing note.
The
look on the mam's face is full of puzzlement at first. Sebastian's demanding
voice is unescapable. It's not that you just have to obey him, but you have too
him fast.
The man
shakes his head out of Sebastian's hypnotic order and knots his face, "Who
do you think you are?" The man takes the challenge. "You think you
own the building?"
Silence
suffocates us all in the elevator for a moment. Most of the employees lower
their heads. Most of us try not laugh.
"It's
a skyscraper, not a building," Sebastian corrects him. "An yes, I own
the
Alice Lively
Damn. I hate
seeing this arrogant beautiful bastard first thing in the morning. But how am I
supposed to avoid him. By being late to work? No way.
I
quicken my pace through the enormous glass door of the building of Dyer and Co,
looking at my watch. Right on time. Passing through the crowd, I see the
dark haired bastard arriving at the elevator, wearing his clean cut suit that
probably costs double my monthly paycheck. Every woman in the building tries to
get his attention somehow, seizing him up, fiddling with their hair. You name
it. Rarely does a day pass without my co-employees gushing about how they
fantasize about him.
All but
me. I can ’ t stand him. I watch him walk indifferently with
his chin up as if the world revolved around him. Such an arrogant bastard who
happens to be my boss, and actually owns this entire building.
If we
have one single thing in common it would be our commitment to What we do. I
always arriving on time. Never late. I worked my ass off to get where I am.
I
pretend my high heels slow me down so I could take the next elevator. I didn ’ t sleep
well yesterday. I spend all night calculating how I am supposed to fulfill this
month's financial obligations, so I could spare having my boss giving me a hard
time this morning. If it were for me, I can take care of myself. It's just that
I pay my mother and sister's bills, too.
Slowly,
the bastard turns his head and looks at me with those green eyes, seizing me from
top to bottom. Like usual, I can't read his mind. Everyone knows you can't read
Sebastian Dyer's min if he doesn't want you to. It's he his most beloved
technique when doing business.
Is that
a smirk on his face?
I act
like I don ’ t see him as a small crowd hurries into the
elevator after him.
Thank
God. Now I could take the other one.
“ Alice, ” I hear
his sharp voice call me from inside the elevator. “ We don ’ t have
all day. ”
B.A.S.T.A.R.D.
Why
doesn ’ t he
call me Ms. Lively? No one is this building calls their secretaries by their
first name but him.
I purse
my lips and walk to the elevator, almost hypnotized by his demanding voice. I
hate it when I feel like that.
Entering
the elevator I plaster an insincere smile on my lips. Every time I look at him
closely, I try not to admire his gorgeous looks.
Every
time!
I turn
around and face the door. I press my floor button a little harder than usual
instead of puffing in anger or kicking him in the balls with the tip of my
heels. It ’ s amazing what a girl in heels can do to her
enemies even if they are standing behind her.
Wy do I
feel so aggressive. I guess I am only nervous with hims standing behind me.
The
crowd in the elevator stand firm like a horde of cattle, afraid to offend him
in any way. A couple of them cling to their suitcases, pretending to be
checking the floor. It ’ s not like the famous Sebastian
Dyer gets angry at his employees or something; he just has that look that strips people naked in front of him.
I roll
my eyes, wondering if he is unapologetically checking my ass. He is known for
not taking no for an answers and being unapologetically blunt wit women.
Sometimes, I wonder how many women he has slept with.
A
couple of businessmen try to hop into the elevator, one of them stop the door
before it closes. They must be visitors or they wouldn ’ t dare.
“ Take
the next one! ” Sebastian says in one piercing note.
The
look on the mam's face is full of puzzlement at first. Sebastian's demanding
voice is unescapable. It's not that you just have to obey him, but you have too
him fast.
The man
shakes his head out of Sebastian's hypnotic order and knots his face, "Who
do you think you are?" The man takes the challenge. "You think you
own the building?"
Silence
suffocates us all in the elevator for a moment. Most of the employees lower
their heads. Most of us try not laugh.
"It's
a skyscraper, not a building," Sebastian corrects him. "An yes, I own
the
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