TWO: A GLIMPSE OF OUR YOUNGER SELVES

[SHAIRA's POV]

Thinking about our humble beginning, I can't help but giggle. So, I hope this marriage stands against all the odds in the future…

(FLASHBACK)

At the age of 22, I finished my study in business and finance. I applied to Jhotam's company as a market analyst, focusing on market expenditure, finances, and money transactions.

I wore nothing, but simple and formal attire—Black shiny lady's shoes, a white ¾ buttoned sleeve blouse, and black slacks. I also applied light lipstick and Johnson powder to my face.

"Good morning Mr. Chua." I usually don't feel nervous regarding things such as an interview. I'm already used to it since I was a working student during my college days.

I encountered various personalities, but today my thoughts were giving me a heads up that this guy sitting in a black swivel chair is a hella' scary and strict boss if ever I got this job.

I should triple my effort, or else I would end up scolded by these scary fellows.

"Relax and have a seat," he said without throwing his gaze at me. He is busy reviewing my resume while adding, "Ms. Shaira M. Opalla?"

How old is he? He sounded like a stubborn old man. I mean, not literally an old bald man, just his aura projects such characteristics.

"I have no further questions. I'm quite impressed with your resume."

It's good to hear that he is already satisfied with the laid information...does it mean I'm already qualified?

"I want to hear why I should hire you over other applicants."

"I assure you of my loyalty and dedication to my work. Also, I'm quite efficient when it comes to my work. I already have the privilege to be your employee because I have experienced the marketing work during my OJT and part-time jobs."

"I see. I'll contact you as soon as we conclude things."

"Thank you, sir." I bowed my head and left the building.

After that interview, it took three days before they reached out. Yeah, I got the job and today is my very first day. So far, so good. I finished reviewing the sales for the past month and ensured there were no errors in my computations before handing all the records to his secretary.

Time flies so fast. Who would have thought three months had passed since I started working in Mr. Chua's company?

I heard the conversation of my co-worker. As usual, the topic of their talk was none other than our boss. They were blabbering, "Gosh! He is such a hottie boss."

"I heard he is still single," said the other female employee.

I wonder, are they not getting tired of chattering over our employer's life?

"But you know what? I heard a rumor that he and his secretary are secretly dating."

"Really?" Rita, my co-worker, stopped putting foundations. Instead, she looked at Lenny with a curious face.

"Haven't you heard why Trixie always has overtime?"

I do some overtime in my office, and yeah, I saw them working together late at night, but I haven't seen some love-Dovey acts. Well, anyway, I sounded like a secret gossiper here. I'm here for work, to earn some money. So, I better not stick my nose in others' business.

What's new? Bosses end up marrying their secretaries... Come on, it's a cliche narrative.

I shook my head and decided to get back to my respective department when I bumped into a tall guy.

"Watch your step, Shaira," says the guy.

I was preoccupied. Consequently, I didn't see this coming.

Seriously! What's wrong with me?

Strange... Why do I feel like tape has sealed my mouth? I was supposed to say "sorry, sir", but I hadn't uttered a word.

Is his presence always this intimidating? Nah! Maybe it's just my wild imagination.

I lifted my head, and before I knew it, I was already looking into his eyes. At this point, it's my second time looking at him this closely. The first time was during the interview. And, I must admit that my boss is a good-looking guy with a breath of mint.

"Come to my office later," he said.

Oh no! Did I do something wrong?

"Y-yes, sir." Gulp! Did I just stammer? Geez! Why today?

Out of the shameful event, I went straight to my office. I swear I heard those pussy chatter girls laughing at me.

I guess today is not my day. I just made myself hilarious in front of my co-workers. I heaved a breath as I started reviewing the financial statements on my table. Suddenly, a knock from my window glass interrupted me. Trixie was standing outside my office, so I opened it for her. I also offered to sit for her, but she refused.

"Mr. Chua wants to talk to you in his office." I just nod. I walked next to her. The atmosphere inside the elevator makes my stomach turn upside down.

"Shaira, have a seat, and Miss. Vandourt, you may leave now."

He cleared his throat and uttered, "I reviewed your performance this past 3 months..."

My temperature dropped to 0 degrees Celsius while anticipating the other half of his statement. Then I muttered to myself, "Oh my god! Tell me I'm doing great and that I will still be able to work here."

Then he resumed, "Your performance was not that bad. I decided to make you my secretary. So that it won't be a hassle to you since the statements will go to you right away."

What? Make me his secretary?! But does it sound like double work for me and a higher chance of overtime now and then? What's so good about it?!

"To make it fair, I'll double your wage."

Now it walked the talk of being your secretary and market analyst simultaneously. Work and make money while you can. Earmark for your future– my motto!

"How about Ms. Trixie?" I asked.

If I'm going to be his secretary. Then what will happen to Miss Trixie? It's not like I dislike the position. Of course, who will refuse to double the wage? My only concern is I don't want to spread my wings to hurt others.

"Don't worry about Ms. Vandourt. She's promoted to operation manager."

Phew! That's a relief to me. Shortly after, I asked, "May I ask what happened to ma’am Michigan?"

I'm the type of person who has a lot of concerns in life.

"She filed a resignation last week because she's getting married," he replied.

I see. Maybe Ms. Michigan's husband doesn't want to see her work... which is also a relief to me.

"Shall I take my leave, sir?" My presence is not needed here. Thus, I better leave now aside from that. Besides, I have a mountain of papers on my desk.

"Yes, sure you may ...but before that, Shaira, I forgot to mention you will start today as my secretary."

Woah! Insta-quick I'm not yet prepared.

"Today, Ms. Vandourt will be there to teach you, but tomorrow you're good on your own."

Calm down S-h-a-i-r-a O-p-a-l-l-a... for the sake of double wage!

I'm about to open the door when he suddenly calls me again by my first name.

He's not calling me Ms. Opalla.

What's with him?