9. A new friend

MIRABEL

"I'm so sorry sir. I didn't intend for this to happen." I apologized, taking a step closer to him.

"Just stay right where you are at!" He chided and i halted on my track more like froze.

"You didn't intend to?" He scoffed. "Don't lie. You knew what you did. I clearly stated that and for you to remember everything else but not my coffee is enough that you wanted to ruin my day. Now I have no good coffee which means no good morning!" 

"I can quickly make another one for you," I suggested.

"Just get lost." He stated firmly.

He was outright rude but I had no choice but to keep shut. I hated being scolded or yelled at, it was enough to trigger my tears but while working at different places to earn money for my mom's treatment, I had to get used to it without having to break down. 

"What are you waiting for?” He growled. "Do you need me to drag you out of my office myself? Leave." He snapped.

I walked out of his office. Once I was out, I leaned at the door to calm my heart. It took me a while to be able to snap out of how hurt I was to continue with my work while trying to adjust to the new settings I wasn't used to.

During lunch, I made my way out of the office to see the company for myself for the first time when I bumped into someone  mind out of the elevator.

"I'm sorry, my bad," I apologized as I was looking at my phone when I was coming out hence the reason I bumped into her. 

"It's fine. Here," she said handing my identification card to me that had fallen on the floor when we bumped into each other.

"Thank you so much," I replied.

"Are you new here?" She asked, sounding genuinely interested. 

"Yes," I replied.

"Where do you work? What department?" She asked as we made our way away from the elevator.

I didn't know where exactly I was going and where she was going but I knew I wanted to eat because I was starving. I haven't eaten the whole day. 

"I am Mr Jameson's assistant and secretary," I replied.

"Oh, my goodness. Now I'm sad," as exclaimed.

"Shhh," I said, trying to let her keep it down as her voice was too loud.

"Ignore me. I'm so sorry but I feel sad already. I was thinking that we'd be friends," she replied.

I raised my brows at her in a questioning manner. Judging from how she was, I could tell she was an extrovert and would have a high energy.

"Don't look at me that way. Nobody ever survives being Mr Jameson's secretary or personal assistant for more than a month. It's just so hard to work with him," she informed me. 

"Really?" I asked, sounding shocked and not shocked at the same time because it was Givoen and he never makes life easy for anyone. 

"Yes. The last secretary was fired last week. Mr Jameson is a perfectionist and he counts your mistakes. He isn't easy to work with and a lot of people that have worked with him barely had time for themselves," she informed me.

"Don't get me wrong," she held my hand. "He's a great boss, he's smart, efficient, handsome, and many more but when it comes to working, he's a nerd. He doesn't fail to get what he wants to get done fulfilled and the only person that was successful in working with him for four months was Mr Marcos," she sighed at the end of her words.

"What happened to Mr Marcos? Why did he leave then if he was efficiently?" I couldn't help but ask, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"This way," she said, pulling me with her.

I had completely forgotten that I was supposed to go look for a restaurant nearby to eat.

"Where are you taking me to?" I asked.

"It's lunch and I'm guessing that you want to eat? Isn't that right?" She remarked and I nodded my head.

It was funny how she was talking to me and she already knew what it was that I wanted. It made me feel at ease. I had a feeling that we would get closer to each other.

I stepped into the cafeteria with her which I didn't think we had in the company.

"We have a cafeteria?" I was perplexed.

"Yes, we do. You can come here in the morning for your morning coffee and for lunch in the afternoon. Everything was brought for the staff to be comfortable and in their own space," she answered.  

"Wow," I uttered still in shock.

I had rushed out of the company, looking for a coffee shop to get coffee for him not knowing I didn't have to spend more than twenty minutes in struggle trying to get coffee for my boss.

I could have easily made my way here to get the coffee and return. 

"You look surprised. Didn't you get Mr Jameson coffee from this place? I'm certain you got him his morning coffee because he never jokes with it," she remarked.

“The lady time he came to get his coffee himself, his secretary got fired.” She said in a singing tone.

"Wow…" I trailed off, amazed that he would fire someone over a cup of coffee

“Don’t tell me you did something wrong already?” She raised her brows in a questioning manner.

“Oh well…” I explained all that happened this morning to her and she burst into a fit of laughter.

"You have got to be kidding me. But it's alright. You are new here and nobody was here to guide you. How did you get this job then?" She asked.

Just as I was about to start speaking, I recalled that I could not tell her that I was married to Giveon Jameson as our relationship could not be out there.

"I applied online and got the job. I guess it's my luck," I shrugged.

"I wouldn't say that. If you met the requirements then you'd get the job because not just anyone can be Mr Jameson's assistant or secretary. Hundred of people applied for this job and you got both positions? You are a genius. I think we will make the best of friends." She sounded excited.

If only she knew I wasn't even a bachelor's degree certificate holder yet and my field was far from what I was doing. 

"What would you like to have?" She asked. 

"I don't know, why don't you recommend me for me after all you have been here longer," I suggested.

"Alright then," she replied.

She assisted me with lunch. We both made our way to sit and eat where she told me about herself. Her name is Beauty, she's twenty-five years old, she has been working in the company since she graduated at the age of twenty-two. She is a part of the design team and had her first lead project three months ago where she was applauded. 

Talking with her felt like we've known each other for a long time. It felt so natural. We spoke about some things and I had completely forgotten that I was having a bad day earlier and laughed out loud.

"So what happened to Mr Marcos? If he was good then why did he leave? He later lost the job?" I couldn't help but ask.

"No. He didn't lose the job." She replied.

"Then what happened to him?" I asked.

"He died." She revealed.