CHAPTER THREE

Tristan stared at the lady walking ahead of him. Such audacity she had, no one in his life had ever spoken to him in such a way, she even had the guts to tell him to shut up and then used her smart mouth to belittle him. He had promised to make her miserable, he was going to make her so miserable to the point where she learns to tame her mouth. He walked to the secretary and signed in and she did the same. 

“Good morning Mr Perry” his secretary greeted him warmly but he didn’t respond, he was in a terrible mood this morning 

“Good morning, my name is Angela” he heard her say to the secretary in that her annoyingly gentle voice and it made him angrier. He turned to her.

“What is this? An introduction? This isn’t your office, so why are you introducing yourself?” He saw a confused look cross her face and he smirked 

“But I thought….”

“Well, you thought wrong. Your office is upstairs, just outside my office” he said and began heading to the elevator with her following him. They entered the elevator and he pressed the top button which took them up to his office.

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Angela’s POV

The elevator ride was the most awkward elevator ride I’ve ever been in, Tristan was sulking and sometimes, I felt him looking at me but I didn’t dare look back, I was counting the seconds till I have to get the hell out of this elevator and thankfully, the elevator door chimed and it opened, I stepped back a bit so Tristan could come out first but he refused  “no, you go. Ladies first” 

I was surprised as I stepped out, so he can be a gentleman?

Tristan’s office was huge and very spacious, the floorings was a 3D ocean view, stepping into his office was like stepping into the ocean, the walls were made of blue tinted glass, the office was always cool because there were two large air conditioners on two corners of the office, there was a large white desk and chair in the middle of the room, which was always neatly arranged, there was a large black three seater sofa which was horizontal to his desk and a loveseat just directly behind his chair. He gestured for me to sit on the chair across his, he placed his phone on his desk and faced me. 

“Did you see the desk and chair in the hallway?” He asked 

“Yes, I did” 

“That’s your office, there’s an intercom, an ipad, a laptop, a pen and a pad on your desk. Check your email, I’ve sent my calendar and my agenda for the month to you, I need you to go over it and get back to me in twenty minutes, I have a meeting in the next thirty five minutes and I need you to be ready before then. Do you understand me?”

“Yes sir” I said and I stood up to leave 

“Oh, before you leave, I need my morning coffee. I emailed you the procedure on how to make it.”

“Okay?” I said and left.

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“Brew for six minutes? Who does that?” I asked aloud as I read Tristan’s instruction on how to make his coffee. This is crazy but who am I to argue with his majesty.

“Here is your coffee sir” I set the coffee gently on his table and turned to leave. He took one sip of his coffee and spat it out 

“What the hell is this?” He asked furiously and I was confused 

“It’s your coffee sir”

“My coffee? Oh hell no. This isn’t the coffee I asked you to make!”

“It is sir, I followed every instruction to the letter….”

“No you didn’t!” He roared “how many minutes did you brew this for?”

“Six minutes, but that’s….”

“What? Who brews their coffee for six minutes? Why the fuck would you brew my coffee for six minutes?” 

“But that’s what’s written in the email sir, I can show you…” I brought out my phone to show him but he just yelled 

“Get the fuck out of my office and make sure my schedule is ready in the next five minutes!” I scurried out of his office and when I had arrived in my office, I went over the email again and there it was ‘brew for six minutes’  it was written boldly. This must be his way of making me miserable, that asshole. I just hope he hasn’t done the same to his calendar, or else that’s his problem and how does he expect me to finish planning his entire month in five minutes. Well, if it’s a challenge he wants, a challenge he’ll get 

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It took her five minutes exactly to finish planning out his entire month. She went over it again and smiled satisfactory as she emailed it to him.

Tristan was in his office getting ready to call her and yell at her for his schedule when the email popped up in his phone. He went through the entire thing in disbelief. Not only had she planned it, she had made a priority list, daily routine, write out the daily forecast predictions, color coded it and even created a reference list for the colors all in five minutes. She knows how to meet a deadline, she was definitely a keeper. 

When he made the coffee prank, he had thought it would throw her off balance so he could make her more miserable by yelling at her for not getting her job done but this lady had managed to surprise him. He called her on the intercom, she picked on the second ring

“Angela Cameron speaking” she answered, oh that voice, it was so warm, so calming, so gentle yet so annoying

“Yes, miss Cameron, well done on the schedule, I like it, it’s really organized”

“Thank you sir.”

“So are you ready for the meeting?” He asked and she paused for a while 

“Will I be attending the meeting too sir?”

“Of course, meet me downstairs in two minutes” he hung up and called his chauffeur to get the car ready.

When he got downstairs, Angela was already there waiting for him. She keeps surprising me Tristan thought as they got in the car together. 

They were barely out of the gate when his phone rang, he rolled his eyes at the caller ID as he answered it. “Hey Ivy….I’m good, what about you….really?…..oh no, no….not today…. I don’t think so….okay let me make it up to you….I’ll ask my assistant if there’s room in my schedule for tomorrow, bye” 

He hung up quickly before she had the chance to say anything else, Ivy was so clingy and he didn’t need any clinginess right now, he was going to his father’s office 

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Angela’s POV 

I really don’t understand why I had to be in this meeting, it’s so boring but what’s really confusing me is why I have to be standing for the whole two hours we’ll be here 

“That’s part of your job description” Tristan had said in that deep voice of his “standing next to me wherever I am” 

That sounds like a bodyguard’s job, but he claimed my contract doesn’t permit me to argue or contradict his decision,bastard!

I hated him so much, not just because he’s making me stand but because he knows my secret . How on earth did he get that video, I wondered. I could have sworn I deleted it. Jane was the only other person who knew about that video and when I told her that Tristan had it, she turned white 

“Where did he get it from?” She asked panicky 

“I don’t know!”

“Does he know?”

“I don’t know!”

“Are you going to tell him the truth?”

“I DON’T KNOW!”

“Angela..?”

“Honestly Jane, I can’t. First of all, he’ll never believe me, the video he has has no sound, secondly, I just can’t bring myself to tell him, third, he doesn’t have any right to know, it’s my secret….”

“But is it though? Is it really YOUR secret Angela?” She came closer and held my hands  “you have to free yourself from this burden Angela, it’s not your burden, it’s not your secret, you have to let it go” 

“I can’t Jane” I said in a chocked voice “I made a promise”

“Bullshit!” Jane exclaimed “that’s bullshit Angela, every time we talk about this, you suddenly bring up your ‘promise’ don’t you see Angie? You’re carrying someone else’s cross, it’s killing you but you’re too stubborn to admit it. Forget your promise, forget….”

“Miss Cameron!” Tristan’s voice suddenly cut in bringing me back to the present 

“Yes sir?”

“We’re leaving, did you not hear that?”

“Oh my apologies sir, I must have zoned out a bit” he started to walk out and I followed him “next on your schedule, you have breakfast sir”

“Oh good!” He exclaimed as they got into the limousine. “Alan, take us to crossover restaurant” he said to his chauffeur and turned to me “have you ever been there?”

“No sir”

“I assure you, you’re going to love it”