Chapter 4

AUDREY

In a hurry, I arrive at my desk the next day. My regular entry time is at eight, but I always come fifteen or twenty minutes early. However, today Mr. Anthony asked me to come in earlier, and I still didn't know why.

I just hope it's not to fire me, although if that's the case, I don't think he would bother to tell me or even call me to come in so early. Besides, it seemed urgent.

"Audrey," Maggi calls as I pass by the hallway. I needed to make some copies before returning to Mr. Anthony's office.

"Yes?" I stop for a moment. "What's up? I'm in a hurry."

"I forgot to tell you something when you arrived. You were in such a rush that I could barely catch you."

It reminds me of the new marathon I had a moment ago when I arrived.

"Yes, I'm sorry," I apologize. "I have a lot on my plate."

"You always do, but it's understandable. You're the president's secretary," she smiles kindly. "Oh, it's about Jonathan, the advertising director. He asked for someone to take care of collecting and delivering the new samples to the conference room, and he said he'd let you know."

What? Since when am I serving my ex-boyfriend? I'm not his employee; it's not my job to be running errands for him or anyone else.

Jonathan Sand is the advertising director, responsible for overseeing everything related to models, lingerie image, and all that. He's also my ex-boyfriend.

Jonathan and I were together for a while, and after we both started working at the company, we became very close as friends, and eventually, we started a romantic relationship. But it all ended when he got promoted, moving from being William Klee's assistant to becoming the head of one of the most important departments in the company.

At the time, I didn't understand why he broke up with me. It didn't affect our relationship in any way, but he said it did, and he chose his job over me. I don't blame him; maybe I would have done the same if I were in his position.

I let Maggi know that I'll pick up those folders as soon as I finish my task because I also had to deliver some documents, and they contained important figures that the boss and some partners wanted to see in the new meeting.

As I suspected, I didn't make it to the thirtieth floor, where the advertising department is located. So, I had no choice but to ask Nelly, my friend who always supports me, even at work.

The meeting will be long, as several topics will be discussed. I never get to know everything; I only obtain the necessary information to carry out my tasks. The rest are matters I don't involve myself in unless my boss asks me to.

I start arranging the folders in front of the places where each boss and partner will sit. After finishing, I leave the room and inform my boss. The men start arriving, and I go and prepare some coffees with Maggi. It's not my area, but the girl who usually prepares them didn't come today, precisely when we have more work.

After assisting Maggi with the coffees, I wait outside the room in case my boss needs anything else. The meeting lasts for an hour, and my feet hurt from standing for so long. When he gives me permission to go for lunch, I don't think twice and leave. Nelly must be waiting for me at Lord Breakfast.

I run there; it takes three blocks to reach the small restaurant, casual but very nice and comfortable.

I greet my friend with a kiss on the cheek and quickly order something that won't take too long to prepare. Although my boss gave me a two-hour break today, I can't afford to take an extra hour. With the meeting we just had a few minutes ago, my workload has increased. If I want to leave at my exact time and not take work home, I have to eat quickly and not take more time than my usual break.

When we finish, we head back to the building, without time to say goodbye to my friend. I take the elevator and go directly to my floor. It takes me some time to get there.

Maggi is not at her place when I pass by the counter. I arrive at my area and take a seat in front of my computer, turn on the screen, and start working.

I was under the impression that Mr. Anthony wasn't there; he had gone out with some partners to the golf course. That gave me time to have the new folder ready with the new figures and contacts that Mr. William handed over to my boss during the meeting.

After finishing organizing everything, I go and make a few copies at the photocopier next to the small cafeteria we have on this floor. I arrange everything in two large folders and head to my boss's office.

He had told me to leave them on his desk, and he would pick them up later.

Of course, I don't knock on the door; it's not necessary since he's not inside. So, with my free hand, I push the heavy glass door and open it.

I barely take the second step when I hear an unusual sound. Is it like a whine or a moan? He looked up to check the same instant I stopped.

"Oh, my God," I say horrified out loud.

The folders fall the moment I cover my face with both hands so as not to continue watching the indecent scene in front of me.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, don't look at anything," I say awkwardly, because of how quickly I did it.

Actually, I saw everything, well, almost everything. A man with dark brown hair is standing with his back to the large windows while his pants are a little below his hips, but what left me surprised was, to see the woman he has kneeling in front of him while she is apparently giving him an oral.

Oh, my God. He is certainly not my boss, he is a younger man, not that I have observed him at all, however, I could tell that it was not about Mr. Anthony.

"Is she going to stay there still standing?  "vociferates in the direction of me with a hoarse voice.

I shake my head immediately, but I don't move, still with my hands on my face. What a fool I am, why am I still standing here?

Slowly I remove my hands from my face and quickly bent down to pick up the folders, my hands are shaking and I awkwardly pulled them towards me. When I get up the man already has his pants in place, but with the belt and fly still unbuttoned showing only a part of his dark underpants, the blonde woman is still in front of him and with her back in my direction, however, she is already standing.

Grateful that they will not continue with their indecent activity in front of me. It takes me just a few seconds to collect everything and recover from the impression, and in that moment I could see his face after lifting my gaze from his crotch. Fuck. I shake my head and when I'm ready I shoot out of that office. I walk over to my desk and lean on it, until I catch my breath.

What the hell was that? And why did I look like a fool watching it?

I interrupted a stranger in my boss's office while receiving an oral sex by one of the employees of this building, or maybe that someone from outside, what do I know. But who is this man and why did he look very relaxed in there? Well, it's clear that it was partly because of the blonde he had surrounding his cock with her mouth, but very much of that, he seemed very trusting, as if he knew that no one would get in the way that I did.