Harrold's POV.I climbed down the stairs, taking one step after the other. I could hear the loud chattering coming from the dining room and that made me hasten my footstep toward there.“Good morning, house.” I pulled back a chair and took my seat. Matilda who was seated opposite me placed her mug of whatever back on the table.“Good morning, Harrold.” She sent me a wink before grabbing her cutleries again to eat what was on her plate.“Hm, good morning boss.” Damien sent me a mock bow that had me chuckling lightly.James walked in and poured me a cup of coffee, added some toast, and placed it before me. I ate immediately while still conscious of the time.“Dad praised your efforts when we spoke yesterday. You must have done a very nice job.” I started, flickering my gaze toward Matilda who was now busy looking through something on her phone.“Of course, he would.” She shrugged like the compliment meant nothing to her. Then, she looked away from her phone at me. “Listen, we will be go
Riella's POV.My head was pounding. It was banging loudly, pummeling at such a fast rate that I feared whatever was hitting at it was sure to destroy the cage of my flesh. It was what had me peeling my eyes open.The rays and amount of sunlight seeping into my room made me squint my eyes a bit so I could adjust them to the light. But when my mind hinted at the fact that it wasn't supposed to be shining this much at 5:00 AM, I threw the covers off my body and sat up immediately.The soft snores emitting from someone besides me had me flickering my gaze toward the knocked-out and sleeping hot blonde, Carolyn.I climbed out of bed and grabbed my phone when I sighted. What said the time had me tumbling backward for a second and my back hit the wall.It was past eight.“Jesus!” I couldn't help screaming as I crashed to the ground, pulling at my detangled hair. I must have fallen asleep while watching the movie last night. And I didn't want to take the alcohol.I ran a hand through my hair
Riella's POV.Tension.An awkward kind of tension had settled between us. I was still standing by the door, frozen to the core at what his eyes expressed. Those brown doe-shaped eyes that stared at me with warmth the day before now looked every inch like Voldemort.Anger-filled eyes.And the fact that he hadn't said anything for the past five minutes I'd been standing there yet he wouldn't stop looking at me, stop scrutinizing me with his eyes making me uncomfortable.But even at that, somewhere in my mind, my mind was still thinking of how hot he looked while angry. I had heard from Carolyn a couple of times about how hot some guys look when they are angry. I had always debunked that statement but as I stared at Harold Williams now, I could not help agreeing with her.Hot and angry.Not bad.I shook my head, catching myself in time. I was in a deep mess with him yet I was still thinking about how hot he looked. Should I even be doing that?What was wrong with me?“Sir.” I think I'd f
Harold's POV. I was disappointed. I was extremely disappointed in Damien's choice of a personal assistant for the first time in my life. It was the first time he was doing something I didn't agree with. Coming into the office to meet an empty seat made anger course down my blood. Why would someone be this late on their first day? Especially after everything. After I asked that she always came to work early. My excitement felt like it had been punctured like a deflated ball and it had quickly been replaced with anger and disappointment. I couldn't help checking the time frequently even after I settled down in my office. I couldn't help checking to see when she would come in. And when she walked in at past nine, I didn't know why my anger multiplied. She stood there by the door, watching me and fidgeting with the things in her hand. It was so apparent that she was nervous with the way she kept shaking and wouldn't comport herself. Still, amid all that confusion, I could not help
Riella's POV. I breathed out a sigh of relief as I walked out of the big boss's office. I couldn't believe that my little performance had gotten me back the job. I had just been so angry, so vexed about the unfair treatment that I poured out my mind in anger. I settled down on my chair. Before I left the office yesterday, I had been briefed concerning a lot of things that my job entailed so I already knew what to do with the files he gave out to me to handle. I placed it on my desk before getting on my feet. I grabbed the telephone on my desk and placed an order for the coffee he had requested for. The last thing I wanted was to be questioned again. I went on with what he had asked of me while waiting for the coffee. When a kitchen staff brought it in on a tray, I took it from her before going on to take it to his office. I positioned the tray in my right hand before sending a knock across the door. I waited for his voice to ask me to come in before opening the door and going in
Harold's POV. I sealed the deal. I got the contract with Mr. Stephen Douglas but I couldn't help getting mad. I had completely forgotten about the other part of him which included that he was a big-time flirt in the business world. He didn't mind breaching contracts and agreements for anything in a skirt. If I Knew that he was going to show interest in Riella, maybe I wouldn't have let her stay for the meeting. But who was I kidding? Anybody would get interested in the lady. She was very pretty, no doubt about that. And the way she went about carrying herself with so much grace and authority could make one wonder if she was more than that. In essence, she wasn't. My loud blaring phone brought me out of my thoughts. I reached for it on the table and brought it to my view. Matilda was calling. “Hey, Matilda.” I smiled as I brought the phone to my ears. “Hello, Mister. How is it going?” She asked and I leaned back in my seat. “Fine. Bored of Damien's company already?” I teased,
Riella's POVI was dazed.I knew and understood the way of the executives, but never did it occur to me that I could go on a lunch date with my boss. Well, it wasn't exactly a lunch date. It was just a period for us to get food into our stomachs after the heavy meeting.Besides, I hadn't exactly had anything to eat since all because of what had happened. I was sure he knew that. I gulped and crossed my legs over the other, completely restraining myself from having to watch him as he tucked himself out through the window, looking at the outside world.As soon as we got into the car, he had taken his position in the Bugatti Veyron, the latest model, and kept his eyes out of the car to the outside world. Though, even if I didn't want to notice, I couldn't help noticing how his gaze wavered every few minutes to glance at my feigned oblivious self.Setting my lips into a thin line, I forced myself to focus on my phone, busying myself with the trivia game I had started online. But somehow,
Riella's POV.I waited for the waiter to place our order on the table, and smile at us in that formal yet friendly way before he spurned around on his heels and walked away.I sat down properly and took a bite of what had been served on our plates, eating and savoring the taste. It was only after I realized that a particular brown-eyed was boring holes into my skin that I stopped and grabbed the napkin on the table to wipe at my mouth.“What sir?” I asked when I saw the slight smirk playing on his lips as he watched me.“For someone who has something to say about this place, you sure are enjoying the food.” He started to eat too.“I haven't had anything to eat all day. Besides, what I wanted to say is that; The restaurant has a nice exterior and all of that but it doesn't mean the food will taste as good as the design.” I explained.“Hmm,” He chuckled lowly. “You sure have strong opinions.” He added.“And I don't intend to impose, sir. I was just saying. I have eaten good food from re