Chapter 1

The bright light of the new day brought with it an umbrella of good tidings but Layla didn't feel the same.

She was forty minutes late for her new appointment. The same one she had worked so hard to get.

"God please help me," She prayed for the millionth time as she ran across the street and stepped into the large cooperate building.

As she got to the elevator, she tried to make her wild red hair look presentable by tapping her hands over it randomly.

As the elevator, dinged open, she took a long deep breath and stepped out.

She had been here before, the biggest cooperate firm in the City, White Wolf.

Ever since she broke up with Jake, this had become her lifelong goal. Not only that, White Wolf paid higher than every employer. With her financial state, this was the best thing that could happen to her just before she got thrown out into the streets.

To add to her misery her best friend Fey was diagnosed with chronic Ulcer. She needed a lot of money and there was nowhere else to turn to.

This job was the answer to all her prayers.

And now that she finally got appointed, she couldn't believe she was flopping it all up by being so late.

Why didn't her alarm wake her?

She wondered as the brain she was trying so hard to calm, returned to its chaotic state as she got reminded of the reasons why she needed this job like humans needed oxygen.

She rushed down the corridor to the departmental head's office —the same location she had dropped her files at the day before.

Without thinking she got to the last door on the left-hand side of the corridor and pushed the door open.

"I am so sorry that I am late. I was—" Her mouth hung open at the sight before her.

She did walk into an office alright, but it wasn't the departmental head she was looking at.

A handsome man sat on the table with his legs spread apart and there was a woman's head buried between his legs.

As much as Layla tried to turn away she couldn't bring herself to break the eye contact between this strange man and herself.

His stormy grey eyes seemed to pull her into him. It turned everything else into empty spaces and focused all its energy on her.

He looked like a movie star with his dark hair laying on the side of his head, just above his brows.

"Do not stop sucking!" His voice growled at the woman between his legs.

That was when Layla realized that the man was half-naked and the woman was topless, giving him a blowjob in the office.

Her motor senses returned to her and he turned immediately. "I am so sorry! I didn't see anything," she mumbled and ran out before the man could say something.

As she stepped out she held her racing heart and looked at the door once again, that was when she noticed it said, president.

"Oh, my God!" She whimpered almost losing her balance.

Did she just walk in on her boss having oral sex on her first day of work?

Beads of sweat formed on her head as she looked around, that was when she saw the door she had intended to go into.

Pulling herself together, she took a deep breath and hurried there. This time, she gave a soft knock before pushing the door open.

The departmental head, a young man in his late twenties, raised his head from his papers and glared at her.

"Good morning, sir. I am Layla. I was—"

"You are late." He hissed closing the files in front of him. He flexed his arm and checked the time on his wristwatch.

"Fifty minutes late on your first day," he added.

Layla felt like crying. There was no excuse she could give. There was no traffic and nothing extraordinary happened aside from the fact that she woke up extremely late.

She was cursed.

"I am sorry, this is very bad for business. I don't think we can employ you... I mean it is your first day!" He said with disgust rolling off his tongue.

Her heart sank for she knew she was completely doomed now. She went down on her knees and put her hands together.

"Sir, please. I was overwhelmed and I overslept... Please give me a chance," she begged not knowing what else to do.

Tears were already pooling in her eyes as she stared at the man, waiting for an answer.

The departmental head let out a loud sigh and then opened the files in front of him once again.

"We have a policy of not firing our workers on their first day at work, so what I can do for you is to let you stay for the week. If you impress me enough, maybe you'll get to stay..."

Layla felt like hugging the man. She jumped to her feet and moved closer to him but she restrained herself.

"Thank you so much. I promise to be here at the same time as the janitors! I will impress you!" She promised eagerly as tears of joy spilled down her face.

He took out a small pile from the files in front of him and passed it to her. "Here," he said. "I want you to review this and return to me before forty-five minutes."

"Okay, sir," she accepted joyfully.

Technically, it was supposed to be a punishment because no one could actually review so many files in forty-five minutes. But she didn't complain.

She took the files and moved to a corner of the office. She started reviewing them with determination and at the exact time, she submitted them.

Without raising his head, the man said, "Go to the canteen and get me two cups of coffee and when you return, you will complete some other reviews," he instructed. "Tell them it is for Smith. They know how I like it."

"Yes sir!" Layla chirped happily.

She jumped to her feet and walked out of the office.

She had to make sure the coffee was just right so that she could get back into his good graces.

But the bad luck she was meant to face that day, wasn't over yet.

Just as she picked up the coffee and made to move back to the elevator, she ran straight into a large wall.

The coffee spilled over, some falling over her face as well.

"Don't you ever look at where you are going?" The voice —the same one she had barged into filled her ears and she knew that she was doomed.