Chapter 4 ~ Paris Martinez's POV

Dante Melendez was an arrogant, irritating, and obnoxious person.

I had only worked for him for only a few hours and I hated him with every bone in my body. He sent me on errands without so much as a please or thank you and even though I just started work, my desk was filled with files that I had no idea what to do with them.

It was not his fault anyways. It was my equally obnoxious father who was to blame. I mean, if he had left me in the medical field, I would not have had to deal with this infuriating man.

I sighed, the words on the files suddenly blurring into watery lines. I was tired all of a sudden. I missed Nina and I wondered about the fun we would have had even when we were not in the same department.

Father would surely be happy at my misery.

"Miss Martinez!"

Dante's voice felt like scratchy metal to my ears and I grumbled as I made my way to his office. His very handsome face was no consolation as I wanted to strangle him.

"Yes sir?" I replied as I sat opposite him. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Miss Martinez?" He began. "I did not say you could sit."

My eyes almost bulged out from my head in shock, "What?!"

"Or did I?" His lips were lifted into an amused smirk and I wanted to wipe it off with a slap. I wondered if he would fire me then.

An idea came to me, blossoming into something very vivid. I could get him to fire me. Then, Dad would know that I am no good in the industrial field and even if he did not, I wouldn't have to work with this brain-stunted man! Things would work out for me.

I realized that I was already halfway up my sit so I sat back down with a loud thud. "You did not tell me to, for sure, but I want to sit. I'm tired."

His lips turned into a deep frown and it was my turn to smile very widely at him. Why was it so satisfying to annoy him back?

"This is not funny. Stand up."

"And I said no. You are not the boss of me."

He raised his eyebrows at me again at that and said, "I am actually. Or are you too stupid to understand me?"

I scoffed very loudly at him, trying not to give him my middle finger. He sounded so much like my Dad and I hated him all the more.

"What did you call me here for, sir? Or are you too stupid, you forgot?"

He laughed very loudly at this catching me off guard. He shook his head at me as he leaned back and stared very intently at me. My brain turned to mush, and all the hate I felt for him vanished with the speed of light.

"What?" I asked, my voice sounding too dull even to my ears. 

"Nothing. You're just quite the spitfire," He opened a file on his table and sipped his coffee.

I bought him that coffee, and he never even said thank you.

"That's a nice compliment and whatnot sir, but you've not answered my questions. Why am I here?" I fiddled with the buttons of my shirt.

"Oh, I just need you to analyze this document," He threw it to my side of the desk and I huffed at his bad manners.

"But sir, you've just been handing me these documents, I don't know what to do with them. This analysis shit is confusing."

"Language Miss Martinez," He sighed, obviously pissed and I smiled inwardly. This was good for me.

"Sorry," I said, not sounding the least bit apologetic.

"I should have realized this earlier. I have been rather preoccupied. You know nothing about this?"

"No sir, not at all."

"Didn't your father teach you or something?"

"He tried to. I just have no passion for it. Not even an ounce."

He sighed again, bringing his cup of coffee to his lips and my eyes stayed on them despite my heavy restraint. He had a nice mouth, with his asshole attitude and all.

"Miss Martinez?" He called out sharply, which made me know that he had been saying something before. I cussed internally.

"Sir?" I cleared my throat, trying not to let my embarrassment show.

"Before you zoned off, I was telling you that I have someone that will help you with your problems. So you can start with your trainee position," He said softly.

"Oh, thank you, Sir," I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, wondering why he seemed so nice all of a sudden.

"You can get out now," He pointed one long finger at the door.

Bipolar idiot! I should have known.

I gave him my coolest look and walked out of his office very fast.

I don't know why I was surprised to find a blonde girl sitting at my desk, looking as if she wanted to be anywhere but there.

"Hi?" I asked as I approached my desk. She stood up, a big smile on her face as she shook my hand firmly.

"Paris Martinez? I am Emma Keller. Mr. Melendez told me to tutor you on the analysis of the financial documents."

"Oh yes," I motioned for her to sit and I took the spare chair. "Hi, Emma. I am so sorry to disturb you."

"You did not. Though, Mr. Melendez seemed to think so," She chuckled softly at her words and I could only smile with her.

"Oh my goodness, he is such a dick."

"He is, he is. You know, I was once a trainee. I know how he can be, to be honest, and it's not fun."

"It isn't. I just started working here but I could just die of fatigue."

She laughed loudly and squeezed my hand as if to tell me that everything would be fine. She reminded me so much of Nina and my heart leaped at this.

"Now, let's get started on this analysis shit."