Breaking Eric

as Mr. Pierce had predicted. However, my best friend was kind enough to have reached home on time and she ended up crashing a vase near the door in a drunken state. I had jumped up and my sight f

ave them ready by afternoon," I tell him before starting to head back towards my office. I try to push the door open but it stays shut, moving only an inch before closing back. The jerk behind the desk watches me, amused at my failed attempts before I see his handsome face break to a low chuckle. Still laughing at me, he gets up from his seat and strides towards me to hold the door open with one hand. "There you go, Miss. Gold." He leans against the wall beside the door, his hand holding the door open high above my head. "Thank you, Mr. Pierce," I say as I huff and proceed inside my office from under his arm. His eyes challenge me as he stares, which somehow manages to make my stomach drop because he looks like a young Clark Kent in an Armani suit. I wish he wasn't so handsome. It would have made my job a lot easier. I need the files on my desk by lunch," he instructs once I am inside the office. "They will be ready by then." We stand there provoking each other with our blazing stares as he lets the door go and it shuts on itself. After spending hours breaking my sweat and burning the morning oil, I finally manage to get the task done by noon. As I walk with the files back to Mr. Pierce's office, I find him already waiting for me because his gaze stays fixed on the door. Holding my head high behind the stack of files, I drop them on his desk with a thud. "Here you are!" I declare. "All done. Is there anything else you would like me to do, Mr. Piece?" For a moment, he just stares at me with a look so intense that I feel like he is trying to add a different meaning to my words. "Miss. Gold," he says finally, reaching for the drawers under his desk and taking out another set of files. "Take these to the photocopier and make five copies of each. You'll find Pete downstairs. He is our resident person for this stuff." As he pushes the files towards me, I glance at my watch. "It's lunchtime, Mr. Pierce." "So?" He gets up from his seat and moves around his desk to come close to me. "As my assistant, your first priority should be me, Miss. Gold. You're not like other employees here. It's not lunchtime for you." He stops a foot away from me, staring me down with a slightly visible smile playing on his lips. He seems to be enjoying looking down at me from his tall height. I am 5'6 myself which is taller than most girls I usually happen to hang out with but his looming height annoys me too much. It makes intimidating him without being intimidated harder. "You..." I almost point a finger at him with the way my nerves flare at his ridiculous words but I manage to hold my temper down. He is doing it to piss me off. Just that. No worries. "Yes, Mr. Pierce...." I smile instead. "I understand. I'll get them done right now." The notorious man remains unfazed as he gives me a nod. "I'll be waiting, Miss. Gold." I don't find Pete at his station and have to wait for fifteen minutes with a growling stomach before I spot a middle-aged man with a bald head walking toward me at a hurried pace. Behind him, two other women follow and they mutter something excitedly to each other. "Miss. Gold...sorry to have made you wait. I went for lunch," the man, Pete I guess, says with panting breaths. "No problem. It hasn't been long since I arrived. Can you make me five copies of these files for Mr. Pierce? He needs them urgently." "Yes, yes. Doing it right now." He takes the files from me and disappears towards his cubicle. As I take a seat outside in a chair, I see the two women who followed Pete stride forward. "Excuse me?" I look up to find one ginger head and one brunette- haired woman looking over me with huge smiles on their faces. They are both pretty and look about my age. One of them, the ginger head, is wearing a simple blouse and pants while the other is dressed in a pink shirt and black pencil skirt "Hello," I greet both of them with a smile. "Oh my Gosh... you must be Emma. The new assistant, right? It's so good to meet you. My name's Tracy and this is Linda." The ginger head named Tracy extends her hand for me to shake and I take it cheerfully. "Nice to meet you." I shake both of their hands and they take the two seats on either side of me, and then turn to their sides to face me. I find myself loo