3. Quitting

Dean's POV:

True to her words, she doesn't move, nor even have the decency to look away. While I pull my pants up, still not quite believing what is happening right now, Trish gets back up from the floor and smoothes her skirt down.

"You might want to look for your underwear, I don't fancy tripping over it while working in here," Kiara addresses to Trish while she is about to leave the office.

"I wasn't wearing any you tight up bitch. Because unlike you, I like having my fun," Trish answers obviously pissed off for her first and only chance in years to be destroyed this way. "Haven't you got better things to do, than being a cockblocker?"

"Rather a bitch than a whore, who obviously is being paid for the wrong things in this company." My god this girl is feisty. Even if she annoys me as fuck, I nearly burst out laughing at her remark as it resembles my own thoughts. She seems to come without any filter at all. "Oh and by the way I don't mind being a cockblocker, as I am here to do my job, and right now my job is to work with this cunt. So if you don't mind, close the door behind you so I can get my work done."

Trish is about to fire something back when Kiara cuts her off. "Oh and darling, as receptionist, I know you are also in charge to serve the coffee. That's your real work, isn't it? So please get down to your work and bring me some, would you? That would be ever so kind." Her voice ever so soft and sweet as if she wasn't just putting Trish into her place.

Trish's face flushes with anger, and her eyes dart over to me to see if I would protect her." Make it two coffees," I add instead, leaving her to huff and slam the door on her way out.

Kiara turns to open the blindfolds first thing. "I don't need anyone thinking I am one of those girls, so these will be up anytime we work together," she says while stretching and bending over slightly to reach for the last blindfold.

Leaning back in my chair, I take in the sight of her properly for the first time. Her hideous coat this morning, obviously hid the best parts. She's dressed professional but not unsexy. Ok, admitted sexy indeed. A dark blue knee-length pencil skirt paired with a pale blue coloured blouse and nude patent high heels. From the back, this is definitely worth looking at, especially with her bending over like that. That ass.... oh holy lord.

As soon as she turns around, I take my time to take in the rest of her, which I haven't paid much attention to yet, due to my anger. The blouse obviously strains a bit around her ample chest. Her curves altogether seem to match up very well even if her chest is a little more dominant. Seeing as the cut of her clothes isn't tight or anything like it, there is still a lot of room for imagination.

She definitely isn't bad looking, and I like her face isn't so caked with all that makeup shit. Not like the others here.

"Finished checking me out. Can we finally get down to working?" She interrupts me in my thoughts.

"I wasn't checking you out. I was simply lost in thoughts wondering where Trish is staying with that coffee. " Of course, I was totally checking her out, and I have no idea why. This is work, and besides what happened with Trish today, I don't mix work and private. Not anymore anyway, it brings nothing but trouble.

Her eyes roll back: "Sure," is all that leaves her mouth. God, this girl has an attitude driving me insane.

"You better get a grip on that loose mouth of yours and your whole attitude, or you won't be here for long," I warn her.

"Well, you better fire me now then, as I don't intend to change any of it. This is what has brought me right where I am. You better judge me on my work. Otherwise, it's your loss. Don't think I'm intimidated by you, just because you are fucking rich and my boss. I'm not like the others you know, who will bow infront of you. You want my respect you need to earn it."

If my jaw wasn't clenching right now, I think it might have dropped with these words.

"Your rich daddy isn't going to keep you in this job, if that's what is making you so sure you can act like a bitch."

A huff leaves her mouth before her jaw clenches and I see this fire in her eyes lighting up again, like she had beforehand in our meeting room. I know she is ready to pop and I lean back curious to see what will happen. Her palms slam down on my desk, she's now exactly opposite from me.

"Listen to me, you little piece of shit. I don't need you to treat me like some piece of trash and talk about things you have no idea about. I might be young, but I know exactly what I'm doing, and honestly, your company isn't the only one ready to hire me. So, if you intend to insult me further, I'm walking right out of this door. Or you could try and act like a fucking decent human for a change and start getting to work with me. What's it going to be?"

Her voice is strained and I can tell it's taking all of her composure not to yell out loud. Although I don't know if this kind of voice, might scare me a little more. It's not the usual high-pitched voice you would hear with an angry woman, it's more.... I don't know how to discribe it.

A bit like when you have gotten into real bad trouble as kid and expect your parents to yell at you, but instead they don't and it scares you even more. Yes, that's the kind of voice right now. Some wild, unpredictable storm brewing behind it, and for some reason, I feel like I want to feed to the storm instead of listening to her warning. She wouldn't just walk out anyway. No one does that.

"Look who's talking about insulting people, you called me a cunt and a piece of shit." I defend myself even knowing, that I started it in the first place and my words might have been a tad bit worse, maybe anyway. But I'm her fucking boss damn it.

A few seconds of glaring at each other passes, she reaches for the folder she already had placed on the table, straightens her back before speaking. "Fine, I'd say it was nice to meet you, but I'm not into lying." With that, she turns around and walks straight out of my office door.

Did she honestly just quit her job? Right now, I'm between blowing up and being stunned. I must admit, this girl has balls I've never seen on any guy working here. People never speak up to me. It's like she said the others would more likely bow in front of me. Being in total control means everything to me. And Kiara is absolutely uncontrolable, I can't deal with that.

But before I can even realize what I am doing, I am out of the door running to the elevator. Just as the door is about to close, I push my foot into the tiny gap left, causing the doors to jump back open again. What the hell am I doing here?