19. Her first job outside

MIRABEL

I returned to the office after lunch only to see Giveon on my seat doing something on my computer.

I looked at my wristwatch to see if I was late and it was just one minute past lunch time so I wasn't late. What did he need so urgently that he couldn't wait for me? I thought to myself.

"What is your middle name, Miss Harrison?" Giveon asked as he took some paper from the printer before standing up from the chair.

"Tara?" I replied and he scoffed.

"More like tardiness? The T in your name stands for tardiness because tell me why you make it hard for me to work with you. Is it because you think I won't fire you?"

Once again,  he was coming for me unprovoked because I don't recall ever doing anything to make him this angry. I wasn't even late. This only goes to prove he chose to do what he wanted himself to make me feel bad.

"I…"

"Zip it." He cuts me off, his index finger hanging in the air.

"Get ready. In ten minutes we are leaving the office. I need you to write down every discussion I will be having when this client of mine and you better make sure to behave when we are there," he said before walking away leaving me confused.

One minute he was scolding me and the next he was telling me of a meeting. I knew he had a meeting with someone outside but I've never followed him before and he wanted me to?

Although I'd be starting class tonight with the professor my grandad her hooked me with, I was yet to start so I didn't know exactly what to do or how to go about it.

Just as he said, he came out all dressed and ready to leave while in was still in a state of shock. 

"Let's go." His tone was clipped. 

I packed whatever I needed on my table into my bag and ran after him. I wasn't used to wearing heels yet so I had difficulty trying to catch up with him.

Just as I thought one reached him, my heels slipped forward, leading me to almost fall before I could wait for the worst to happen, I was in the arms of Giveon.

He was firmly holding my waist, preventing me from falling. I thanked my stars or it would have done some damage but sadly none was done. 

"You did that purposely didn't you?" He remarked with a bland look on his face.

"I… didn't. I almost tripped." I said in my defense. 

"You did and you got saved but somehow you are still in my arms. Are you that desperate?" 

Ouch! I hated whenever he used the word 'desperate' on me because I was far from that. 

I got off his hold and stood firmly by his side. I said nothing to him because I couldn't. We entered the elevator and a deafening silence ensued. We reached the ground floor, stepped out of the elevator, and made our way to the car. 

I have seen in film situation like this but I was nervous. I sent a quick message to Beauty telling her about it and hoping to get a response from her.

I stood outside of the building with Giveon, waiting for the car to come while waiting for Beauty's response at the same time. 

"I do not appreciate you chatting with your boyfriend when you are working Miss," he stated firmly.

"I wasn't speaking to…"

"You are going to deny it as usual so don't bother speaking. I wonder how many men you have deceived." He hiss.

"I don't…"

"Shh." He cuts me off.

The car came that minute and a man stepped out of it. 

"Do you know how to drive?" 

"Me?" I pointed at myself wondering if it was me he was speaking to.

I shook my head. "No, I don't."

"Then you better learn  because you will be the one driving me around soon." 

I was taken aback by his words. Now he wanted me to be his driver too when I could barely be a proper secretary and personal assistant? He was out to get me.

"What kind of…"

I didn't get to speak completely before he spoke to the man who stepped out of the car, telling him to get into the car because he would be driving us.

Giveon entered the backseat of the act and just as I was about to, he slammed the door to my face. He lowers the backseat window.

"What are you thinking? That you will get to sit with me in the backseat? Don't try that again next time. Go sit in the front." 

I clenched my bag firmly entire entering the front seat of the car. The drive was smooth. I received a text back from Beauty telling me all I needed to do was pay attention and take notes of important information and that made me still worried because how would I be able to tell?

She assured me I'd do right and just do whatever I could. She wished me good luck and in no time, we were pulling up in front of a five-star restaurant. I stepped out of the act expecting Giveon to but he doesn't.

"Do I have to tell you that you are to open the door for me?" 

I creased my brows frantically because I had no idea what he was talking about.

"You want me to tell you that you have to open the door for me to come out? Are you daft? Is it that hard to comprehend?" He snapped, taking me aback because I didn't think I'd done anything to make him this angry. 

I did as find and he stepped out, adjusting his suit jacket.

“You have a long way to go but sadly I doubt you’d survive working with me for that long.” He shook his head, his face etched with irritation before he walked into the restaurant while I followed behind, more nervous about what was to come than what had happened now.