Chapter 6

Ezra needed a whole minute to gather himself after her surprising threats. The brazenness with which she threatened him made him speechless. Instead of giving up and developing some self-respect, the useless girl threatened him.

He maneuvered his wheelchair but halted moments from the door, gasping.

"You want to play this way, then, okay?" He said untying his tie.  

When he opened the door, she was staring at him intently as if she was expecting him to storm out.

"Pack and leave before I make you!" he warned her.

"Good morning sir," she replied and began going through her files. "I need to make your schedule; please send me a draft of your timetable," she said instead.

"Are you stupid or just slow in the brain?" he yelled.

Sarah smiled and said, "I will go and organize the desk for you," she kept ignoring him. "Do you still take coffee?" she asked.

 "Be silent! Shut up!" he shouted, gripping his head. He was about to have a headache. His nerves were starting to fray due to her foolishness.

On second thought, he called his security crew and instructed them to take the same woman they had thrown outside the day before and throw her out again.

"Ezra, Ezra, listen to me!" As soon as she stood up, he turned around and entered his office, locking the door behind him.

Running for the door, Sarah was shocked to find it locked.

When the security guards arrived at the office, they warned her they were going to use force if she didn't follow them.

Sarah tried to protest but remembered the keys Liam gave her, so she obliged and followed them all the way to the ground floor.

The officers warned her before leaving not to show up, but she rolled her eyes and decided to go and get herself some breakfast. The least she could do with the extra hours

Halfway through her breakfast, her phone rang.

Liam was at the other end of the line, yelling at her to get back to work.

Sarah ended the call with a shrug. One brother did not want to see her in the building, while the other was adamant she stayed in the building.

She got up, walked back into the office using the key pass that Liam gave her, and went straight for her desk.

In the other office, Ezra had no idea she was back.

An email popped up from his private investigator. He quickly opened it and went through it before dialing his line.

"Are you sure Liam and Sarah never knew each other prior to being hired?" he asked.

"No, unless they were using handwritten letters," the investigator replied. "I can send you her private emails, which consist of a lot of rejection letters from other companies," he added.

Ezra raised his eyebrows.

"Your company was not the first, she arrived in the city a month ago but failed to get a job. Currently, she is living off her friend and has negatives in her bank account," the investigator went on to explain.

"Just keep an eye on her," Ezra replied, before hanging up and leaning back on his wheelchair.

The girl was totally useless; however, his answer to why, with her qualifications, she settled for the secretary job was answered.

But it was too much of a coincidence that his brother hired her, the very girl that haunted his dreams.

Liam was not to be underestimated, he thought to himself as he got back to work.

 When his door was knocked on, he assumed it was one of the managers or Liam because there was no secretary at the desk, so he pushed the button to open it.

Much to his horror, Sarah entered the room with a file.

She strolled up to his desk and said, "The advertising department needs your signature on these."

Ezra froze in dread, she was as persistent as she was in his dreams.

After setting the file on his desk, Sarah walked to the door.

Ezra hurriedly depressed his button and shut the door.

Sarah pushed on the door, but it was locked.

She turned to face her boss, confused.

"How the fuck did you get back into your office?" He yelled.

Sarah could tell that he was angry this time; did he hate her, or was it more than hate? a word that she could not bring herself to utter.

He shouted, "What do you want!"

Sarah cast a downward glance. She mumbled, "I need this job."

"What? Speak up!"

She cried, "I need the job."

Ezra turned her head away, fully aware of how financially important the job was for her.

"Ezra…" she spoke up.

"Don't call me by my first name!" He yelled.

Sarah swallowed, sorry, "Sir, Mr. Klein, I apologize for my earlier outburst. There must be a way for us to coexist?" she asked.

"Never and not in this lifetime!" Ezra roared. "I do not want to see your pathetic ugly face!" his words echoed, sending a cold shiver straight down Sarah's heart.

He rolled his wheelchair near where she was standing.

"Have some self-respect and leave; you are not wanted here!" he emphasized.

Sarah felt her tears filling up her eyelids; her eyeglasses were acting like a shield that was preventing Ezra from seeing how his harsh words were spearing her heart.

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

Sarah blinked her eyes, pushing the tears away.

"Mr Klein, the advertising department needs your signature on those papers," she said, her voice cracking and pointing to the file on the table. 

Ezra's jaw gaped in shock; he was dealing with a complete crackpot. Both hurling insults at her and throwing her out of the building were not working.

Just like he had done with the others, he needed to make her want to leave. He was taken aback by the fact that he was allowing his feelings to take control of the circumstance.

The longest any secretary stayed on the job was three days, and that was only because his obnoxious brother kept paying them off until they decided to put their sanity before the money.

To Sarah's surprise, he pushed his wheelchair back to his desk and picked up the paperwork.

Before signing the document, he carefully reviewed it to make sure everything was accurate and in the right place.

"Take the file back, and once you are done, come back straight into this office," he ordered, pressing for the door.

Sarah stared at him, her face full of confusion, wondering if she was dealing with someone with a personality disorder.

"Are you stupidly slow?" he yelled at her.

"Sorry sir," she said, and she ran to the desk, picked up the file and ran out of the office.

Within some minutes, she was back, her face beaming with a smile. Him sending her to take the file meant he had a change of heart and was considering allowing her to stay, she thought to herself.

"Sir, I delivered the file," she said.

Ezra kept his head low, thinking.

Sarah waited patiently, not wanting to agitate him.

After a long wait, he finally looked up at her

"Go and clean my toilet; it's the first door to the right," he ordered, looking straight at her.

Sarah was taken aback a bit; she wasn't sure she heard him correctly.

"Pardon sir?" 

"Am I supposed to repeat myself around here?" he slammed the table.

"No sir… My apologies," Sarah said, almost getting on her knees.

Ezra gritted his teeth in irritation.

"And after you are done, check the temperature of the water in the toilet bowl," he ordered.

"What!" 

"And make sure the seat is warm for me," he added, going back to his work.

Sarah rubbed her temple, not sure whether to laugh or scream. Liam had warned her about Ezra making her want to quit, and it looked like the insanity had just started since the security failed.

Ezra looked up at her.

"If you can't carry out my orders, then leave, and I will find someone who can do it!" he snapped.

"But sir, how am I supposed to check the temperature of the water?" she asked.

"Don't you have stupid fingers?" He asked.

Sarah gasped, but the look she got made her pull her legs back as she headed to the bathroom.

The man was wild and a complete nutcase, she remarked as she entered a state-of-the-art restroom. 

Yes, bathrooms were typically smelly, especially the ones for men, but the one she was in had a lavender scent and had some delicate fluffy white tiles on the floor. If one wished to, they could eat in the room or sleep.

She walked near and noticed the toilet bowl had a slot for the wheelchair. An inlet of some sort.

She grinned, with all the money he had, Ezra's life was made simple. 

The toilet was spotless, and she did not see the need to clean it.

She noticed some buttons, and one was labeled temp while the second was labeled suck opposite the flash button 

She concluded temp was for the temperature of water in the toilet bowl.

She muttered to herself, "Idiot," and pressed on the button. To her surprise, the toilet produced a noise, and all the fecal matter in the pipes came up the toilet bowl and exploded her, sending her into wailing.

Ezra smiled when he heard crying from the other room.