Chapter 7

JAIME

She is the most undeserving of the chance to work with me, yet I went back home and the thought couldn't leave my head.

So why not, why not let her work here, then I can know her motive for watching me like a hawk.

There must be a reason to find her on the list of applicants when she had just been watching us the whole time during that night.

But apart from that reason, there was also something about her, something I could not place my hand on.

A sharp knock on the door and it is pulled open with my voice commanding the person to enter inside.

She is sweating profusely as she enters the office, and then she stops before letting her eyes rim over the space.

She seems to appreciate what she is seeing before realizing herself and then walks to the desk.

“I am so sorry I'm like 4 minutes late, I just made some mistakes and there was a little problem, and then….”

“You can drop it on my desk, Miss??”

“Clarissa Miller” she supplied, of course, I knew her name.

“Miss Miller” I nodded towards the desk, and she sharply dropped the coffee on it before stepping back.

“I will make sure this doesn't repeat itself, Mr. Adriel, I am not usually this much of a clumsy person. I just didn't know I should check the computer mail, as I have no prior….”

“Do you ever stop talking??” I asked her not to raise my head or take my eyes away from the paper I was signing on.

“Yes, yes of course,” she said, and then I looked up at her and saw she was biting the tip of her lips as she squeezed her face in regret. “I shouldn't have answered that,” she said, and then another bit.

I stared, and couldn't look away as she stood there looking disoriented but at the same time looking sexy.

With her pecking black skirt and a blue shirt with the glasses over her eyes and her hair in a ponytail, she looks rather too nervous, but maybe that is what is sexy about it.

I cleared my throat, I shouldn't be having that thought right now.

“I know you haven't been briefed on what your duties are here.”

“Yes, I haven't” She answered, and I gave her a sharp hot gaze.

Knowing she has done exactly what she shouldn't, she presses her lips together.

“I'm sorry you can continue” She motioned with her hand for me to do so.

“Awesome, now that you have gotten my coffee and have to submit the mail in about 45 minutes…" I watched her check the watch in her hand, and she swore internally.

“I will let you know that I have a meeting to attend in about an hour, and you have that full time to submit the mail because you are going to that meeting with me. And that will be all” I finished off.

She looked at me and then turned her face to the door and looked at me again. She bit her lips looking like she had a lot to say but then.

“Do you have something to say??” I drop the pen I'm holding, as her presence right here is distracting my thoughts as I sign this.

“Umm about this meeting, you just said an hour, but I don't even know what it is about or what I'm going to do there, and I don't have….”

“Miss Miller” She stopped speaking with worry etched on her face, “you don't have to do anything today apart from taking a minute on a notepad you will be bringing along with you. Now leave, you are giving me a headache” I shushed her off, and she gave me one look before disappearing off.

This will be hard working with her, she already looks like a bag of trouble and has just been here for half a day. I don't know what to do about that.

* * Clarissa's POV

I don't understand why sending mail can hurt your hand so much, especially when 257 people are sending this particular email.

I have about 13 more people and then 5 minutes before the said meetings.

Oh my god, should I be worried? I might never finish this before the 5 minutes is up and will forget to send the rest of the mail and will probably be sacked on that ground and there is no way of helping Zoe.

My ass is perched on the desk as my hands fly on the keypad with sweat forming on my chin. Even though the office is cold with the AC on the highest, I still feel like the heat is nothing to write off.

“Hello there” I raised my head and hiccuped at the sight of the person standing in front of my office door.

“Mr. Adriel Jaycee??” I asked, standing up from my desk.

He chuckled, “You can call me Jaycee and you must be the new assistant”

I nodded rapidly before settling back into my seat.

“Oh, that's nice, welcome to Jaime's Den” he chuckled, “Your name is??”

“Clarissa Miller” I provided.

"Hmm Clarissa” he gave me a pleased look, all the while still staring at my face as he phrased my name like he was tasting it.

Gosh, the resemblance is so uncanny, it seems like I am looking directly at Jaime, but the difference is the scar that runs through Jaycee's face isn't on Jaime.

The familiar aura that his company fills isn't there with Jaime.

“Umm, how may I be of help??” I ask after what feels like years of silence.

“I need to see Jaime, tell him I'm here,” he said, balancing his foot off my door.

“Right,” I punched the number that would take me directly to his office and waited as it rang off.

“What??” His stern voice over the phone seems to scream.

“Umm Mr. Jaycee is here to see you, your brother” There is a huff from him.

“Send him in” he doesn't wait for a reply from me as the line is dead.

I sighed before taking the phone off my ears.

“He said you can go in,” I said to him, and a smile appeared on his face before he started walking away.

He stopped midway and turned to me. “Don't let his attitude send you away” he winked at me before making his way into the office.

I smiled, he is very much different from his brother. The friendly and coolness of his very presence emanated.

Meanwhile, the other is hostile and can't wait to shout to the whole world how bloody hostile he is.

Okay, I need to get this stuff done because I have just been handed free move time

This is just day one, and I can swear I'm about to die.

* * *

The door to the office opened, and I looked away from the computer to look at the two brothers leaving the office.

I noticed something too, Jaime is much taller than Jaycee, at least a little height difference that matters.

“I hope you are done with that mail, but even if you aren't, you have another 30 minutes,” He said and started walking out as his brother, who had a smile on his face, stood there.

“Nice to meet you, Clarissa,” He said and waved at me as he followed his brother as they both started towards the elevator.

“Oh thank goodness” I am most relieved, at least I have less to send, and the added minutes can be used for relaxing.

With a smile on my face, I started the rest of the mailing.

“How is your first day going??” I look up to see Miss Brunette Busty standing in front of my door.

I shrugged and she huffed.

She came inside my office and looked around before dropping a file on my desk.

“Five photocopies for each file” She tried a smile, but it felt like a lizard was running a marathon on her face.

She should stick to being a bitch. She turned around and walked out of the office

I trail my eyes at her and then back to the file she just dropped.

The need to punch something, maybe her fake tits for it to bust up overcome me and I just had to shout inwardly.

I took a massive breath in and stared at the file on the desk. I face the keypad back and start working on the rest of the mail.

My plan for a little break is shattered, oh well, I shouldn't have even wished.