Three.

I was late for my first day, which wasn't my fault. I'd gotten a text this morning that said that his Majesty Mr. Richmond, needed coffee. I was already twenty minutes late by that time and by the time I'd gotten his coffee from Starbucks, the bus had left.

Then, I had to wait ten minutes for the next bus, and then twenty as the bus drove around town and the a five minute walk as I walked from the bus stop to my new office building.

I was out of breath when the elevator opened on my floor. Jessica, the secretary of our floor -she'd finally told me her name when I'd gotten hired -smiled pitifully at me.

"You're latey hon." She said in her accent. She only used it when she was talking to me. I think she did it because I was always clammy.

I sighed as I caught my breath. "Is he mad?"

She pursed her lips. "Depends on what you mean?"

"Depends on what I mean? What do you mean? Is he mad or not? I'm going to get fired aren't I?" I groaned, holding my satchel close to me and gingerly placing the coffee on her desk. I straightened myself up, retucking my dress shirt into my khakis. I looked up at her. "How do I look?"

She assest me. "Like you just ran a marathon." I groaned and she laughed. "Oh, I'm just joking. You look good"

"You sure?"

"You look fine. Now go in, you don't want to be later than you already are." She winked at me. "Good luck." I was going to need it. Sighing, I grabbed the coffee and walked down the short corridor to Richmond's office.

I sighed again, bracing myself before pushing the door open. Richmond sat at his desk- obviously -he didn't lift his when I came in and I stood still at the entrance, shifting awkwardly as he continued to type on his computer.

After a minute, I saw his eyes shift towards me, I gulped, but he just looked back at his computer. "Close the door will you." I jumped, turning and closing the door quickly behind me. "And my coffee, that's an hour late." He droned. I walked to the desk, placing the coffee in front of him, hopefully it hadn't gotten cold.

"Here you go, it's black, no sugar with a pinch of salt." I stood, waiting for him to take the coffee. Without looking away from the screen, he picked up the cup and drank from it. He didn't say anything as he set it down and got back to typing.

I stood, awkwardly watching him work. Was this how it was going to be? Me just standing around waiting for him to tell me what to do? And why did I feel so nervous?

I was startled when he spoke, but he barely spared a glance at anything apart from his screen. "There's a contract we need to sign with the city mayor." He began. "We're thinking of insurance on a city level-" he looked up at me, "- will you please sit down." I smiled sheepishly, before taking a seat on the guest chair. He leaned back in his seat, linking his fingers. "We need to pitch to him why he needs to ensure the whole damned city."

"Seems silly actually." I said, regretting it immediately, when he glared at me.

"It would mean extra tax from people and all that, I know." He rolled his eyes. " It's ridiculous, but the heads have gone along with it, so we have to make sure the whole proposal goes smoothly. That's our biggest project of the week." We as in him and I? I nodded. "Your desk is right there in the corner-" he pointed at a smaller version of his desk that I hadn't seen last time, that was placed in the corner of the room by the door. It had its own computer and files stacked on top of it. "-that's where you'll be working. There's a tablet that has to be with you at all times. It has my schedule, a list of important contacts and that's where you'll be required to take minutes of every single meeting that I attend. Are we clear?" I nod.

He reaches into a drawer and pulls out a phone, he slides it to me. "That's my work phone. It's yours to answer, you take all my business calls, all of them. No one is allowed to contact me before they've gone through you. You make the appointments." I nod. He takes a sip of his coffee again. "I need files from the HR department. Go get them and bring them to me." Who's the HR department head? Where is the HR department I wanted to ask, he beat me to it. "Your tablet has a list of every single employee in the building, it also has a map. Use it." He said, turning his attention away from me to his computer. 

I stood and walked to the desk. A silver ipad was laying face down on it, I picked it up and switched it on. It was password protected. I thought about asking him what the password was when I thought better of it and typed his name in the bar, opening the device. I snorted. Figures. 

So far so good I guess. Today hasn't gone to shit, and I didn't even get reprimanded about being late. Hopefully Richmond wouldn't be too intense, but I thought he was alright just as he was. 

I dropped my satchel on the seat and started to the door, looking at the map for the building. I pulled it open, walking through and making to close it behind me when Richmond called out to me. 

I looked at him. "Yes."

He looked away from his screen, his piercing brown eyes making contact with mine."Don't be late again."

~~~~

The HR director was a very nice lady, who'd welcomed me with a smile. She introduced to me some other people that worked in her department and they seemed nice too.

They'd also wished me luck, with working for Richmond, which made me even more nervous.

This was different from confronting him about losing my job. He was my boss now, he literally had my job in his incapable hands. Though he didn't seem that bad, he definitely looked like a man that liked things done in a specific way–his way to be exact. He might be tough to please and I have a seventy percent chance of ending up in the street without a job again if I mess up. He took pity on me and gave me the job, so I'd have to do my best and prove that I was worthy of it. Though, he was the reason I lost my job in the first place, but whatever. 

I clutched the files in my arms and walked to the elevator, people nodded and said hi as I passed by. I don't think working here would be so bad. Though it seemed that perhaps I spoke too soon, because as I turned the corner of the hallway, I bumped into a large brick wall, sending the file to the floor. 

I sighed, thanking god that it wasn't the tablet. I bent down to pick up the file when the brick wall I'd bumped into beat me to it.

"I'm sorry." He said, handing me the file. His voice was deep, rumbly but it didn't sound mature. I looked up, coming face to face with the most handsome man I'd ever seen in my life. He was clean shaven, brown hair parted in the middle, framing his forehead and cut in the sides. He had blue eyes and tan, olive skin thatw as flawless.

I gaped, almost dropping the folder again. He laughed when he saw me flounder. I flushed, adjusting the files in my hands.

"T-thank you." I stuttered out. He smiled, a damn gorgeous smile it was and tipped his head. He was taller than me—but wasn't everyone?—He looked young, my age young. I thought he might be an intern or something, but looking at his very expensive suit diminished that thought immediately. 

His suit didn't scream broke college student. It screamed, a rich buisness man with no time in his hands for someone like me. I stepped back, giving him some space and also trying to hide the flush on my cheeks. He shook his head.

"Don't worry about it." He smiled one last time, giving me a nod and then taking his leave. I watched him go, he was talking to a petit lady I hadn't noticed. His assistant or wife? Maybe. 

I groaned, shaking my head. I had a rule and it was no lusting after people that were way out of your league. That man clearly was bars over my league. He probably owned a private jet—actually I didn't doubt that, he probably did.

Huffing, I walked to the elevator, pressing my floor. Richmond's office was on the second top floor, right below the CEO's office. I'd never met him, nor did know his name, no one really talked about him much actually, but guessing that I was working for Richmond, meant that I was going to be encountering him sooner or later and how shitty would it look when someone who got payed off your money didn't even know your name. I made a mental note to ask Jessica later.