I’m not complaining, though, since I had a higher paying salary and a free apartment. Money can sometimes change the way you think.
Monday arrived and I reluctantly got up from bed at five thirty in the morning. I may be a morning person, but five thirty is just too early for anyone to be up. However, I wanted to get to work before it started. I needed to be ahead of his game or he’ll take advantage of me again. I can’t allow him to weaken my resolve.
Once I finished showering, I stood in front of the closet to decide what I was going to wear. I found at least ten different kinds of skirt and pantsuits, all lined up neatly. I haven’t really checked it since all my clothes fit in one drawer beside my bed. I’m surprised Alexandra included clothes along with all the free stuff she had given me.
With careful hands, I caressed the soft fabric of each suit and felt its silky texture under my fingertips. I couldn’t help the huge grin creeping on my lips. For a few minutes, I stood there, contemplating on what to wear for my first day at work. I couldn’t look too uptight or too sexy. I just needed a balance of the two to look killer. As the saying goes, you have to look the part to play the part.
I grabbed the grey pantsuit and the satin emerald blouse to go underneath it. I stood in front of the full-length mirror beside the drawer as I assessed my appearance. I picked a pair of black, closed wedge shoes that came with the suits (there were five pairs of black and brown pumps and wedge heels). For a second, I was stunned by my reflection. The last time I wore something this formal was for my mock job interview in college. Even during my real job interview, I never looked this sophisticated.
Then, I fixed my face and hair. I couldn’t do much to them since I didn’t own any cosmetic products, except for a blow drier and the face powder that I had already applied. I left my hair messy, wavy, and undone. With a final glance at the mirror, I tore my eyes away from my reflection and walked out of the apartment. I didn’t want to linger any longer since it would only heighten my uneasiness.
Maxwell Enterprises was located on the first avenue in the heart of the city, a one-bus ride from my apartment. The building was on the same street as the real estate offices, telecommunication buildings, hotels, and other top-notch businesses. When the bus stopped just a few blocks away from the building, I absent-mindedly walked towards it with wide eyes. I noticed some people were giving me strange looks. They must have thought I was a tourist, especially with how mesmerized I was by the beauty of the buildings.
The main Maxwell building was made of tinted glass and thick steel, and it towered at almost fifty floors. The high glass walls created an illusion of vastness and space, making the lobby appear even larger. On the far right corner were couches filled with people wearing suits. There was also an identical set of couches on the left side. I was so overwhelmed with my surroundings that I didn’t notice someone walking in front of me. Like hitting a wall, I staggered backwards from the force. But I didn’t fall down flat on the floor because an arm wrapped around my waist.
“Watch where you’re going,” a deep voice, with a British accent, hissed.
I looked up, stunned to hear the familiar tone.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumbled in frustration.
“Pardon me?” William asked, then looked at me pointedly. He realized that it was me, and in effect, his eyes hardened and his jaw clenched.
“Ms. Peterson. You’re late,” he stated after a few seconds of glaring at each other.
“What do you mean late?” I glanced down on my second-hand watch. “It’s still seven forty five in the morning!” I retorted angrily.
His eyes hardened from my little outburst. I stiffened at his reaction and mentally cursed myself for losing composure.
“Secretaries are asked to come an hour before work starts. I
Monday arrived and I reluctantly got up from bed at five thirty in the morning. I may be a morning person, but five thirty is just too early for anyone to be up. However, I wanted to get to work before it started. I needed to be ahead of his game or he’ll take advantage of me again. I can’t allow him to weaken my resolve.
Once I finished showering, I stood in front of the closet to decide what I was going to wear. I found at least ten different kinds of skirt and pantsuits, all lined up neatly. I haven’t really checked it since all my clothes fit in one drawer beside my bed. I’m surprised Alexandra included clothes along with all the free stuff she had given me.
With careful hands, I caressed the soft fabric of each suit and felt its silky texture under my fingertips. I couldn’t help the huge grin creeping on my lips. For a few minutes, I stood there, contemplating on what to wear for my first day at work. I couldn’t look too uptight or too sexy. I just needed a balance of the two to look killer. As the saying goes, you have to look the part to play the part.
I grabbed the grey pantsuit and the satin emerald blouse to go underneath it. I stood in front of the full-length mirror beside the drawer as I assessed my appearance. I picked a pair of black, closed wedge shoes that came with the suits (there were five pairs of black and brown pumps and wedge heels). For a second, I was stunned by my reflection. The last time I wore something this formal was for my mock job interview in college. Even during my real job interview, I never looked this sophisticated.
Then, I fixed my face and hair. I couldn’t do much to them since I didn’t own any cosmetic products, except for a blow drier and the face powder that I had already applied. I left my hair messy, wavy, and undone. With a final glance at the mirror, I tore my eyes away from my reflection and walked out of the apartment. I didn’t want to linger any longer since it would only heighten my uneasiness.
Maxwell Enterprises was located on the first avenue in the heart of the city, a one-bus ride from my apartment. The building was on the same street as the real estate offices, telecommunication buildings, hotels, and other top-notch businesses. When the bus stopped just a few blocks away from the building, I absent-mindedly walked towards it with wide eyes. I noticed some people were giving me strange looks. They must have thought I was a tourist, especially with how mesmerized I was by the beauty of the buildings.
The main Maxwell building was made of tinted glass and thick steel, and it towered at almost fifty floors. The high glass walls created an illusion of vastness and space, making the lobby appear even larger. On the far right corner were couches filled with people wearing suits. There was also an identical set of couches on the left side. I was so overwhelmed with my surroundings that I didn’t notice someone walking in front of me. Like hitting a wall, I staggered backwards from the force. But I didn’t fall down flat on the floor because an arm wrapped around my waist.
“Watch where you’re going,” a deep voice, with a British accent, hissed.
I looked up, stunned to hear the familiar tone.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumbled in frustration.
“Pardon me?” William asked, then looked at me pointedly. He realized that it was me, and in effect, his eyes hardened and his jaw clenched.
“Ms. Peterson. You’re late,” he stated after a few seconds of glaring at each other.
“What do you mean late?” I glanced down on my second-hand watch. “It’s still seven forty five in the morning!” I retorted angrily.
His eyes hardened from my little outburst. I stiffened at his reaction and mentally cursed myself for losing composure.
“Secretaries are asked to come an hour before work starts. I
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