Secretary and CEO

n my throat. Edward was tense, I could see his jaw clenched and from the judgmental and cruel way he looked at me, I was now certain that he would kill me . - Mom - Jhony stretched ou

m to his office, being successfully ignored. The ordinary man didn't even have the good will to say good morning to me. It must be sad to be a bitter person. - Sir Miller, you need to-" "Bring me my coffee, Elisa," he ordered grumpily. I turned around, walking over to the coffee machine, praying to God to give me the strength to survive another day. The bastard was deliberately spelling my name wrong. or had some kind of amnesia, which drove me crazy because every name that started with "E" came out of his mouth except mine. "You need to sign this right now, for God's sake! The client can't wait any longer." - he said as I hurried into his office with the coffee. He was already sitting behind his clean and organized desk, thanks to me, because if it weren't for me, this place would be a pigsty. And of course we have a competent cleaning team, but I don't like mess, nor burdening others. Yes, I'm the kind of person who cleans the house the day before the cleaning lady comes. I may be a little OCD about cleaning, but I'm a balanced person. - Later, Emily. I have a terrible headache - Edward he complained. Why would that be? - And Emma - I corrected. - And you've been putting this off for a week now - I left the papers and the cup of coffee on his desk, along with some headache medicine. If Edward is in pain in my head, I will soon have it too, because he becomes unbearable and thinks I am some kind of maid or slave, but I believe he does not know that slavery has been abolished. - When did we change "sir" to "you"? - He asked, looking fixedly to my mouth. I looked at him confused and probably without hiding my expression of displeasure. I was at my limit today. - What? - Sir, it sounds more beautiful in your mouth. Son of a bitch, vulgar! No one with a