Richard's POV
" You're fired". I calmly said, without even caring about the consequences of my actions, he should have worked better. He is replaceable,they are all. Maybe it's time to use the opposite gender for a change. These men are more difficult to understand than my own daughter.
Mark just stood there, and I left. I needed a secretary, and I needed one as fast as possible.
As I walked through the reception, all the chatter stopped. Just as I like it and how it's meant to be. A respectable company doesn't need distractions; I'm a living testimony of that.
"Sir?". As I turned around, I saw Jeremy, my data analyst, whom I had summoned earlier, but I had forgotten what I wanted to say, so instead, I said, "I need a new secretary, make it a female this time, I need her in five days." He opened his mouth to object, but he doesn't question me, no one does.
I need to go home, my throat itches, thirsting for a hard cold scotch. I didn't have my lighter, not that I needed it anyway, I quit a long time ago. For Miranda's sake.
'Daddy, Daddy', I heard my five-year-old daughter, Miranda, call. Her hair reminds me of her mother. Sometimes, I can't stand it, but she's my daughter after all. 'Daddy, look at what I drew'. She handed me a piece of paper filled with colours. 'It's beautiful, just like you, my darling. ' I kissed her head and took her to her room to sleep. 'But dad, I don't want to sleep yet, I want to play with you'. "It's late, Miranda, you need to sleep.". "But, Dad, you're always working and I never get to see you." "How about I promise that we'll play tomorrow, how does that sound?". " Ok, good night!". "Good night love". I tucked her in and left.
~~3 days later~~
"Sir, your secretary is here". "Bring her in".
As I sat on my recliner, Jeremy came in with a woman and I couldn't believe who she was. "Selina?".
Kaitlyn's POV
Did he just call me Selina?. I turned back to see who he was talking to too but no one other than me and Jeremy were here. "Selina?". He said again. " No, I'm not Selina, I'm Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn Murray. Your new secretary". His gaze shifted to me and I was greeted by his cold blue eyes. "I'll be the judge of that". His voice was a rich baritone voice that was enough to command his whole army with ease. He ignored us and continued to look at his papers scattered across his desk.
"Leave us". As Jeremy left, his office became colder, oxygen was being removed and was I suffocating just by standing this close to him? His presence alone is intimidating enough, how am I going to survive this?. Richard freaking Harper, CEO of Harp's technology. The leading company in tech business for the past six years and he's the reason behind the success.
His appearance was godly, with pale blue, cold, intimidating eyes that remind me of the chilly night sky that could drown me if I stare too long. He had a sharp jawline, sharp enough to slice my heart through, with jet black hair that reminded me of the darkest night. Despite his fame and all he was oddly private, no wife or fiancèe, but you can't convince half the population of Chicago women to just believe that, but no, the man was clean. Just a typical CEO with a chain business and enough money to last him his entire lifetime, if he'd retire now.
I just stood staring at him. And I didn't mind one bit, I used this as an opportunity to feed my eyes, because I know the universe won't smile on me again, sitting over there he has an athletic build, his suit stays on his body like second skin, from the information I got, he has a towering height of 6'5 ." Kaitlyn Murray right?". His voice bolted me back to reality, I guess my time is over. How does he sound so calm and commanding at the same time? "Yes, I'm Kaitlyn Murray, I'm 25 and I…". " I don't care who you are, or what you do with your personal life. Now listen good and listen carefully." I just nodded my head as a reply. " I'm Richard Harper, the CEO of the company and your boss. You are my secretary and must be here every day or you're fired. You get caught slacking off, you're fired. You get caught flirting at work, you're fired. I don't play with my work or reports, so do not joke with it. Now leave!". He just sat there with an expressionless face and didn't even give me a second glance, as I held on to dear life and left his office. What's up with this man?.
As I scurried out of his office, it dawned upon me that I had no idea where my office was thanks to Mr. CEO sending Jeremy away, the only soul that has smiled upon me for the past 20 minutes. I dashed through the office area to meet Jeremy, my only companion in this cage. "Sorry to be a burden, but I don't know where my office is. Could you please show it to me?". As Jeremy left his work and looked at me, he looked like I had just snatched 20 gold coins from him. What is wrong with everyone being stocked up in here? But he just smiled, and so did I. What are we smiling about?. "Oh Katilyn, the hell you're about to go through, I'm curious to see how long you'll last". Huh?. " What do you mean, 'how long I'm going to last'?". "Just so you know, you're the fifteenth secretary Richard has hired in 13 months".
What the actual fuck?. Someone punch me, I'm dreaming. Well not that I'm that surprised, Mr. Demigod looked like he had a lot of baggage, I didn't know it was this much. Jeremy let out a small laugh and continued, "Apparently, they all had issues; either they resigned or he fired them himself. That's how you're here. Mark got fired because he was five minutes late". " Five minutes late? What about if he had issues at home or got stuck in traffic?". He let out that small laugh again and it irritated me like I'm dense about o Mr. Demigods is. "And you think Richard cares, you could faint right in front of him and he would just walk past like you don't even exist". So ok, my boss is definitely going to be a pain in the ass, my ass.
I thanked Jeremy and started unloading my stuff, and the thought occurred to me that this would be my prison till, "I'm fired", before I could sit my ass down I heard that familiar rich baritone voice, "Katilyn" Oh God, I just left this man's office, what does he possibly want now?.