My Ruthless Billionaire Boss

's… I…" I was totally

nd," he

m the floor. "You mean James Frederick, CEO of 'HamIX

d his eyes at me. "Do you

a couple of times and I swear he doesn't seem like a nice per

d the drawer of his table, and took out a brown envelope fro

m, expecting him to be mo

er letter." He gr

"REQUEST FOR TRANSFER. Hi, I'd love to request for Karen Smith to

mmaged through his drawer again, took out a new form or whatever i

tary, to work in 'HamIX International', as James Frederick 's Secretary…" Reading his name sent a block of i

m. Please, anywhere but there." I plea

fired." He didn't yell but his tone possessed authority an

this? It wasn't like I was being demoted. James was a well-known

I sheepishl

the envelope, pinned it with a

forced smile. "Thank you," wa

should resume tomorrow. James is surely a busy

, I'll forever be grateful for your kindness." I appreciated hi

good secretary. James will surely lo

ward but it seemed normal at the moment. I was starting to feel weird. I had worked

r which caused both of us to flin

" Bruce permi

She fixed her gaze on me irritatedly before strolling in. "Bruce, we need

rew his eyebrow

ed her foot aga

ut of Jovi's presence. She seemed like she could murder me if I staye

ings to 'HamIX International'. You can leave now." He said in t

grasped my bag's handles t

st time I'd be here as Bruce's secretary

*

eline said, putting her car to a sto

the car door, and stepped out of it.

ok like you're heading to a c

ing. Though she sounded so

now that you're blessed with such nice curves, by show

I wiggled my eyebrows at her,

er." She said and I wa

erved the car, and

ucking bigger than 'William International'! How the heck was I going to fi

transfer letter Bruce had given me yesterday. It

ntents. "There," I pointed my index finger in the tabulated directio

hant grasses beside it and served as a path to one o

red. The tiles were so shiny, I could even see my reflection in them. The hall was damn quiet with only a few people

ched as the sound of a deep

unette with beautiful hazel eyes behind the

ry to James Frederick ." I introd

ad to toe. "You're the one? And you're

d by her mocking comment though I

and then stretched her hand which now had an orange-colored card in it. "I'm Norah Jones, the recept

at it. "68th floor, got it. Door 68#f." I read it out. As directed by Nora

ed. I walked out of it, stood straight then resumed walking in a sensible

r a few seconds but there was no response. I we

wisted the doorknob and pushed the door

screamed in shock as James ' th

as an effect of his laceration. I tried to walk further but lost my balance and almost

ps that hugged his white shirt firmly were folded across his chest and his legs were crossed in front of him. His black hair was neatly brushed to one side, his t

e hell. He seemed like he was ready to pounce on me and suck

responded to his bark. He was inside the w

is time but the vibrating his husky voice possess

him. I walked past the 5 black sofas that formed a U-shape with a rectangular

alked in?" He said t

opened the door because I thought you weren't in." I f

t me telling you to do so, okay?" His autho

ut

le, causing me to flinch. "No 'buts'. Why are

y escape from this question li

e not in your right senses. How the hell

this man wasn't going w

tely lowered my head. It felt like t

u wearing?" He said t

urned my eyes to his. "A dress," I replied, making it se

his hands into his front pocket, standing up straigh

day and come at times like this

nt. He definitely didn't expe

ome manners and also teach you how to dr

best to sound polit

shows how silly and dum

t him. "Why do you ha

pointed his index finger at me. "Call me formally. Is that how

lem with it when I call him by

es, get it?" He barked at me. His eyes mirrored every form of venom, aggravation, and fi