Arya's P. O. V
"Wake up, Arya."
"Wake up, wake up, wake up!"
"You know how much I hate you, Zara," I replied whilst groaning.
I put the pillow on my head and went to sleep again.
"It's already 6:30 and it's not late depending on how much time you take to dress up. Don't forget that you literally woke me up at 4 o'clock in the morning." She was posing to sound mad.
"Who gave you this brilliant idea to put alarms after every 10 minutes when you surely knew you were not going to wake up."
In my subconscious mind, I heard Zara and my blanket was pulled off.
"Zara, what the real fuck?" I said sitting up in the bed, my hair sticking up all over my face.
"How many times I have to tell you not to curse?" she asked putting both of her hands on her waist.
"How many times I have to tell you not to wake me up so early in the morning?" I retaliated, almost falling back to sleep.
She hurriedly came to bed and dragged me towards the bathroom.
"I know you can't afford to be late on your second day of job that's why I'm waking you up." I felt her smiling.
"Otherwise I don't want to deal with a sleepy head like you," she said and pushed me inside the bathroom.
All of a sudden I realized I had a job to go and all sleep vanished from my eyes and dizzy brain.
I took a bath in haste and put on a black and red printed shirt along with a black pencil skirt and a black high heel. Then I straightened my hair and let them hang on my shoulders.
After a while Zara entered the room, she was too wearing a pencil skirt with a button-up shirt but her full attire was white.
I felt like a pencil skirt was the only professional dress, at least for me it was.
"You never wanted a job to get money, you just wanted to dress up so formally every day," she said smiling.
"Nope," I said popping the P. "I wanted the job to get money," I paused; "I wanted money to get beautiful dresses and doll myself up," I completed with a grin.
She again smiled and seeing that I started missing my Mom. I made a self note to call her in the evening.
I looked at the clock in the hall and it was striking 7:30. Zara made me eat breakfast. After that we hired a cab and went to the office.
I smiled seeing the receptionist on the ground floor. She was a pleasant-looking woman almost in her mid-thirties, she smiled back at me.
Zara did, and received the same gesture.
We went to our desired floor. Zara went inside her room. I sat on the chair and put my handbag on the table in front. It was 8:10 now but Mr. Wali hasn't come yet. I took out my phone and started taking selfies and the one I liked the most I posted that on Instagram.
The lift dinged. I looked towards the direction from where the sound came and found Mr. Wali stepping out. I was reminded of the incident that took place yesterday and I swore never to sleep during the office hours again.
I stood up and said, "Good morning, sir."
He gave me a curt nod and continued walking towards his office.
How rude!
I attended a few calls only. No one had come to meet Mr. Wali yet. I was getting bored; sitting there lazily. My legs were itching to go meet Tom. I was really missing him and was lost in my thoughts of eating a pizza when I heard.
"Bring me coffee."
I knew the owner of the voice was my boss but I didn't bother to look at him. It wasn't my duty to bring coffee for him, it was Zara's. So I remained impassive.
"Are you out of your senses?"
"No, sir."
"Then go," he said glaring at me.
"It's not my duty, sir, to make coffee for you," I tried to say as politely as I could. "You should ask your personal assistant to make you coffee."
Or you can make it yourself. I was not stupid enough to say that out loud.
"Don't test my patience, Miss Arianna." He said with indignation and annoyance clear in his voice.
"It's Arya. A-R-Y-A."
How can he forget my name? How can he?
I felt like strangling him.
"You think it's the job of PA to bring coffee?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," I replied rather professionally.
"Then now you are my personal assistant. You will bring me coffee whenever I will ask you to do so. Breakfast and lunch too. In short you will do everything a PA does, of course." It seemed like he was talking to himself.
"And YES! you will clean my office yourself," he added as an afterthought.
"No way," I exclaimed," I applied for the job of receptionist and I was appointed as a receptionist. I will not switch it with PA, "I said, thinking, how I wouldn't be able to handle the pressure that would come, as a bonus, with the job of personal assistant.
He looked at me like he wasn't expecting that reply.
"Who hired you?"
'This is so my last day here!' I said to myself panicking.
I had to answer him. I saw him gauging my expressions and tried my best to overcome the nervousness that was settling its roots in the pit of my stomach.
"Zara did."
"What?" He said it in such a tone that it made me realize he would never believe a single word that I would say.
"Zara did hire me, sir," I replied, gaining back my confidence which was lost at the exact moment when I needed it the most.
"What, Zara hired you?" he inquired, not believing me.
"I meant to say- Mr. Ahmed hired me."
"Experience?"
"What do you mean by experience?" I asked, dreading the answer.
"How much experience do you have?" he replied, looking pissed. His jaw was ticking dangerously fast.
"Oh that," I said putting my hand on my forehead and tilting my head to a side. "It's my first job ever, sir," I told him happily.
But he didn't crack a smile.
"Are you sure? How can he hire you? You don't have any experience. He never does such mistakes."
I realized my folly, I wasn't supposed to tell anyone that I was inexperienced.
Ugh.....
"How can I be experienced?" I said in the most exasperated tone. "When everywhere I go for my first job, they require experience. Mr. Ahmed knew I was a capable employee and my addition would be beneficial for the company that was why he hired me." I said flipping my hair to a side, a smug look on my face; I mentally high-fived myself on handling the situation so well.
"Impossible," he said looking furious.
"BRING ME COFFEE, NOW." He banged his hand on the table and turned to go back to his office.
It was such a noisy act that I had to put fingers in my ears.
"Bring me coffee, "I mimicked.
I went to look for Zara.
'If only I had said 'ok, sir,' when he first asked me to bring coffee. I wouldn't have almost got exposed. 'I reproached myself, sighing.
Zara was nowhere to be seen.
I decided to make Tommy helpful. I went to the cafeteria and saw him there leaning on the counter. I ran towards him and hugged him tightly.
"Tom, prepare for me a professional coffee."
"What? Professional, Ari, seriously?" he said laughing.
"You know I'm not a coffeeholic. So dunno much. Mr. Arrogant's order," I told him; waving my hand with an air of aloofness; making myself comfortable on the stool.
We gossiped a little and he made coffee. I took the mug from him, thanked him and made my way out of there. I went back to floor 9. Zara wasn't back yet.
I knocked on Mr. Wali's office door and entered the room. He wasn't in sight.
"Sir, "I called, looking for him.
"Place it on the table."
His gruff voice came from behind one of the shelves. I did as I was told and came out scolding him in my mind:
'I bring you coffee, even though, it's really not my job, instead of thanking me; you are behaving so arrogantly. Good going!'
I can't wait to go home already!
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Arya's P.O.V."Are you coming to the office?" He asked me when he was about to leave. I shook my head in negative."I'll see you at lunch," he murmured softly, pressing his lips on my forehead for several times. He had his eyes closed. A serene look was plastered on his face but his brows were still creased like always. I ran my thumbs on his thick eyebrows in an attempt to smooth them out. His eyes opened as soon as I touched him. Our gazes locked.BLACK TO HONEY!He squeezed my waist."Alım," I called him when I had buried my head in his shirt covered chest."Yes," he responded running his fingers in my hair."I want you to divorce me.''No sooner than the words had left my mouth, my elbow was twisted and my back was pressed to him."Ahhhh...," I screamed when he tugged my hair back harshly making me flinch."You do have the audacity to ask for divorce while standing in my embrace," he hi