Knowledge will give you the power but good character will give you respect. - Unknown
I am getting a little suspicious over this guy. Why is he everywhere I am? Is he stalking me?!
"What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" He asked.
"I could ask you the same question" I replied.
Hey, he could be your future boss.
But right now his not. (I argued)
"I just finished work" he finally replied while I think contemplating whether or not I should too.
"Same." I reply.
"What work do you do dressed like that?" He said looking at my outfit.
I don't know why when someone comments about our dressing we have the tendency to look at it like we didn't see it when leaving home. Because that's exactly what I did.
"What's wrong with what I am wearing?" I asked.
"It's too tight," he says.
"If I said I had just finished gyming would that calm your nerves?" I asked.
"Well you didn't say that." He replied.
"Well it's my closet," I said. I'm comfortable with what I'm wearing. "I'm a dancer for your information even though it's not any of your business."
If you have been reading properly you would have noticed that we are having this conversation with the car wall separating us.
"Just get into the car so I can drive you home." He said, the car coming to a hult.
"Is that how you address a woman?" I ask shocked at his demanding request.
"Would you rather have me leave you here stranded on the road at this time?"
"When you found me did I look like a damsel in distress?"I asked. "Let me assure you something, Mr. Rinaldi if we didn't have this little encounter I would be safe never less. So don't flatter yourself thinking you are my hero or night in shining armor or however you want to picture it.
I check the time and see that my aunt will be getting out in about two minutes. I stop and quickly text her and let her know to come to fetch me.
"So are you just going to stand there?" He asks in an 'I'm daring you, tone.'
"Watch me," I say and stood there scrolling through my phone. " Why do you even care if I stand here or not? We only met today and now you are bossing me around without actually being my boss."
"First if you were any other woman I would have done the same. Second I have work tomorrow and third, you have work too" he said.
At that I see my aunt's shuttle arriving, giving two beeps.
He hands me a document.
"Don't be late tomorrow I don't accept tardiness!!" he says before driving off.
Did I just get hired?
Beep! Beep!
I quickly run into the shuttle and shut the door.
"Who were you talking to in the fine car" my aunt teases.
"Mr. Rinaldi. I have to get to work tomorrow." I say
"Wait! You got hired?!" She shrieks.
Wow for a woman her age she does have a loud voice.
"Guys my niece got hired by Lorenzo Rinaldi!" she announces.
Soon there were so many questions being popped at me, including so many congratulations. I feel like I had won the lottery but I was angry at my aunt for the publicity.
Soon we arrive at our house and you don't know how grateful I am to leave that shuttle.
"I'm so proud of you honey," my aunt says squeezing my shoulder.
When she said those words I couldn't be mad at her anymore. It's great to know that someone's proud of you.
"Thank you Tantin" I beamed.
"We should celebrate on Saturday," she said, I just nod cause I am extremely tired.
After finishing the leftover of my salad I drop dead into bed and sleep until the next morning.
-next day-
"Honey wake up" Tantin shouts.
Urg!!!
You start work today lazy pants.
I jolt out of bed at that realization and run into the shower. After that, I raid through my closet, finally finding something to wear. I don't have much time to do hair so I just let it fall in huge waves.
I grab my handbag and phone, ordering an Uber during the process.
I run downstairs to make breakfast but gratefully my aunt made already.
"Here you go. A healthy breakfast to start your day" she says handing it to me.
I eat slowly savoring the taste.
It's like slo-mo then everything goes back to fast paste.
I see my Uber is already here so I kiss my aunt goodbye and jump into the car.
Sheesh, I'm going to be late on the first day of work.
As soon as the uber stops I speed walk into the office, press the bottom twenty and count how long it would take for me to get to my destination.
Knock! Knock! I try knocking with his coffee in hand, according to the job application I have to bring in his coffee every morning with exactly two teaspoons of sugar and cream.
"Come in" he instructs.
As I enter he lets out a sharp inhale causing some very hot coffee to spill on my chest. I quickly grab a few tissues from the box and wipe the boiling water off my chest, yet still feeling the effect it leaves on my now red skin.
"What was that for?! Look what you made me do?!" I question. (No this is no queue to sing Taylor Swift now)
"What were you thinking coming in dressed like that?" he asks
"You have serious issues with my choice of dressing, don't you? You don't see me walking around all bossy wondering why you are wearing such an expensive suit, now do you?" I ask.
"How do you know that my suit is expensive? Are you also those people obsessed with me?" he asked with a smirk on his face.
"Don't flatter yourself, but its good to see that you can rock hand me downs," I said.
"Wha-"
"Mr. Rinaldi with all due respect, I didn't apply for this job to have to bicker with you for such minor things as clothes, considering that in my contract it wasn't recorded there. So would you be so generous to give me my work and I'll be on my way." I said. Then I add an innocent smile.
His jaws hit the floor for 1 second before his face was replaced with anger. He rose from his chair and stormed towards me pinning me to the wall.
"Don't you EVER talk to me like that! Yesterday it was acceptable because we were mere strangers but today I am your boss. Do you understand?" he said fuming towering over me.
So he can spend my time on whatever he feels like and I mustn't correct him, cause automatically his earned my respect?
Don't you dare say that!
" Yes sir," I said through a tight lip. He then hands me the papers and motions me to leave.
I've never liked when people challenge me, take advantage of me, or are as narcissistic as that man that is now officially my boss. I am literally fuming as I walk to the connecting door we share. I won't let him treat me like this. Gosh!
Two can play this game.
Mr. Rinaldi, you have no idea what's coming for you.
I don't like how that sounds.
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