Midnight Pleasure

"Shit! Shit!"

Oleya's eyes widened as she peeked out the door, looking to see if anyone was coming in or not. Noticing that no one was going to the photocopy room, she quickly returned to the photocopy machine. She was on the edge of crying as she did not know how to fix the paper jam that happened.

"That monster will probably kill me!" She whispered to herself. She turned the back of the photocopy machine and looked for where to remove the bond papers.

"He's going to fire me," she said again. Although there was a glimmer of relaxation in her since no one was still noticing her clumsiness again. But when she felt the dark presence she was afraid of, her body came to be cold, and her knees nearly limped off of the floor.

"What. Are. You. Doing?" The voice of her boss, Sir Brand Mauritius, was strong and vibrating inside the room.

"S–Sorry sir, there was a paper jam. I'm still fixing it," she replied with her shaky tone. Closing her eyes tightly to calm herself, her breath became rigid when she felt that her boss was getting even closer to her. Nearly jumping in shock as she didn't like the heat she was feeling behind, she could feel his hot breath against her nape since her long black hair was tied up.

"Did you know that I need them right now? What the hell, Campbell. I didn't ask you to do this but you still insisted and looked at what you had done! I already told you that you have only one chance and after that, you're fired!" His voice bounced back at the four corners of the room that made her shriek to death.

She just wanted to reduce her boss' stress so she asked Marie, his outdoor secretary, that she would print the files instead of her. And did not expect anything would go wrong. Since every time she made a way to help her boss, she always failed. Thinking that he would praise her but it looked like she would be fired now. Ever since she worked in his company, she always made mistakes. Just like the other day, her boss gave her an extension that if she made another mistake he would fire her solely.

"Sorry boss. But don't worry, I will fix it before the meeting starts," she said. She wanted to sink into the stand. She couldn't even look at her boss because she knew his eyes were already flickering with annoyance at her stupidity.

"You better be. One more mistake and you'll be leaving my company for good. I won't do any recommendations for you!"

She even jumped when he closed the door loudly. She made a sign of the cross before rearranging the machine.

***

Oleya almost tripped when she heard her boss called out. "Coming, boss!" She hurried to his office with the printed copies. Seeing him bent over some papers made her relax a little. It claimed that she was safe as her boss was busy with something.

"What the fuck?" He yelled, looking at her with wide eyes. His swivel chair slightly backed away as he stared at her.

She was ready to run out to his office not until he gestured her hair. That's when she thought back to the ink splashed on her face and her frizzy hair. She was not able to fix it as she had just finished arranging the printed copies of the documents needed for the meeting.

Fixing her hair with her fingers, she tried to tie it again. Her boss shook his head and hissed. There was disapproval on his face.

She gripped the printed papers tighter to her chest. "These are the documents, boss. Besides, this is also the flash drive for your presentation later. I already checked it and it is fine."

"Get out of my sight now." His tone made her shiver to death.

Her head hung low, secretly smiling bitterly as of what he said, he really couldn't stand her presence. Sometimes, she wondered if he knew her by face or just by her name. She learned he never once peeked a single minute to look at her.

She took a glance at him first before leaving. It turned out again that she failed. She wondered why her boss was still giving her chances although she failed again and again.

Then something flickered in her memory. “Yeah, right. Maybe he was just making me see what I'd lost before.”

She went back to her cubicle and strived to have fresh air to calm herself. Being a 28-year-old girl doesn't make her feel better. Until now she still had not proven herself. She couldn't even have a long time job as she was always fired. And when she got a job in Brand's Intell, although she wanted to do her best to fulfill his father's wish, she was still failing.

***

"Oleya Campbell!"

She wanted her chair to swallow her when she heard her boss' shout in his office. Earlier, she was praying that he would not notice the documents that got poured too and hid behind the neat ones. But now that his voice sounded furious, she knew he already saw them. She would definitely receive different kinds of hurtful words; not just hurtful words, she was really fired from her job.

Sloppily walking into his office, she was praying that her boss would not fire her. Although she knew she got zero percent of a chance.

Chasing her breath, she held her chest as soon as she opened the door and a flying plastic bottle greeted her shoulder. She backed away and her eyes widened as she looked at him. She made a mistake, she shouldn't have looked at him as when she met his eyes, they were like digging holes in her body.

"What the hell did you do? Don't you know that these documents are very important to me, you idiot?"

Brand Mauritius was one of the famous businessmen around the world because of his hard work and dedication to his work. While she was just a secretary trying to make good things for her boss but always ended up as a mess.

"Sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to. I just want to-"

"I don't need your fucking sorry. What I need are these documents!" He cut her off. His eyes glazed over as he roughly dropped the documents over the table.

It wasn't supposed to happen. Her friend at the office suddenly came in after she fixed the paper jam and startled her.

'You're so dead, Oleya.' She cursed herself.

All she wanted was to be able to provide for all her needs. She brought coffee to his office earlier as she could see he was tired from work. He had been working non-stop. She arrived at the office at exactly 7 a.m. and already saw her boss working his ass off and now, it was already 7 p.m. and he was still working.

That was his routine, overdoing his body. She didn't see him taking a rest.

"Do something about it. I want them back in my office at exactly 5:45 p.m. I need them later for the contract signing," he ordered.

5:45? She couldn't fix them and get it back fine in just about an hour. Especially when his boss was too perfectionist. He just saw a minor scratch from the documents, he would make a fuss about it. He even could notice if his coffee missed one teaspoon of sugar or not. He could see a minor stain in his window, he would lecture the cleaner nonstop.

"What are you still doing here? Go out! Leave!" He shouted as she practically jumped from the floor. She hurriedly picked up the documents on the table and ran out of the office with sweat falling on her forehead.

Panting, she whistled and refreshed herself. But when she looked at the papers again she badly wanted to cry. “How do I fix these?” Tears clouded her eyes as she carried the papers to the photocopy and printing machine, again. She needed to start printing them right at that moment as her boss would surely toss her outside.

It took her minutes to print again as almost all of the papers were damaged.

"I'm done!" She shouted. She complimented herself as she finally ended her struggle with the damn photocopy machine.

She stretched out her hands first before arranging the documents in a folder. But her eyes widened as she looked at the clock. One and a half hours had passed. She ran for her life. She almost saw her boss' office, her heart relaxed a bit but before she could reach it, she stumbled over the height of her heels.

"Damn you for being so clumsy!"

The expected fall on the floor did not happen. Oleya felt strong arms wrapped around her waist. She looked up and was greeted by blue-colored eyes, thick eyebrows making a straight line, pointed nose, and luscious lips. She was daydreaming that those lips were pressing on hers and could have watched the beautiful scene in front long enough when she felt pain in her ass.

"Stop fantasizing about me, idiot."

She snapped back to reality, realizing that his boss had plunged her on the floor and her ass kissed it. Frowning, she stood up and flattened the peach dress she was wearing. She instantly remembered the documents that cost more than her ass pain. Handing them over to her boss, he pushed them away and they fell scattered on the floor.

"Put them into the shredder, I don't need them anymore. The deal was rejected. Thanks to you, Campbell," he said, smiling but sarcasm could be heard in his tone.

She was fuming in anger. She felt her blood was rising and at any minute, she would explode in turmoil. She spent multiple times and endured his unbearable words and waited for the documents to be resolved and he just wanted her to put them in the shredder? “Fuck you, monster!” She hissed in her mind.

She gave him a respectful smile although deep inside she wanted to tore him into pieces. Following his walking figure with her drastic glare, she decided not to chase him anymore because he might get even angrier.

She bit her lips, realizing what he had. They did not close the deal that was important for the company! “Because of my stupidity again. Oh yeah, I'm not really responsible! An idiot, clumsy secretary.”

The tears she had been holding back began to drip. She was hopeless and worthless. “I always cause trouble though I just wanted to help.”