Ridiculed dreams

Angela was enjoying the company's break period with her new colleagues; despite that, the one named Joseph dominated most of the conversation. Nevertheless, where she had thought she would stick out like a sore thumb, borrowed clothes and all, the laughter following her coworkers' chit-chat, coupled with the harmonious atmosphere, made Angela's first day at work feel less awkward.

After lunch, they engaged the remaining thirty minutes of their intermission, discussing past workers.

All except the new assistant expressed their opinions about the officers who lost their jobs after being caught engaging in office romance, and regardless of doing it outside company premises.

Still, Angela, however, felt their indirect hint was unnecessary. Apart from last weekend’s mistake, she intends not to get involved with anyone at work. Sleeping with the boss the previous weekend was a coincidence. Besides, by the way of his indifferent attitude toward her since today began, Rex could be making it clear he wishes not to repeat the happenings of that day again.

While Angela tried to forget the hurtful feeling following his contemptuous countenance after discovering her as his assistant this morning, taking a look at the crowded room, she nonetheless felt a sense of comfort.

Deciding not to allow the future possibility of falling in love with a coworker and the prospect of losing her job in return to weigh her down, she channeled her gratitude toward following Amelia's suggestion. Although the skirt wasn't overtly sexy, still Joseph's eyes had fed themselves, mind undressing her while the other males had been discreet about their interest as well. Nicole, acting like an actual watchdog, had protectively shooed the flock of males away from her. Angela considers it unnecessary; the rendezvous of last Saturday night will last for a life full of reminiscing.

But anyway, what was amiss with him? Staring at Joseph with dagger eyes, Naive Angela thought, still not understanding the possessive side of the males.

“What within these few minutes of resuming work did you do to engage the boss's wrath?” Nicole nudged Angela.

Me? He didn't interact past, “Angela, read this article.”

“Quit with the bass accent, bestie, but… you at least obliged him?” Nicole, of course I did. Not only that, I also came to the office earlier, answered calls, arranged files, and prepared for his 3 o'clock meeting before coming down to get my lunch.

You should go see him. He seemed upset, and very far from the type to display disdain this openly. Nicole suggested, but then taps Angela's shoulders as if it would bring her good luck.

To this, the new assistant to Rex-field's CEO, well, her heartbeat raced up, registering Nicole's implication.

Rex must be very fearsome if Nicole thinks one needs the best of luck when visiting his office, and while he's nettle. The disturbed assistant pondered.

Turning around to leave to meet with him, Angela cringed at the probability of getting sacked, becoming the reason he asked her to come see him.

She anew reflected on past sceneries leading to this moment.

It's not like Joseph asked me out, so why is the CEO calling me to his office? And since we slept together before becoming work-related, will he swaddle this as an excuse to use in terminating my employment for the discomfort he feels now that I turned out as his attendant? Indeed, one will think we would be passionate about meeting each other again, but his mien today contrasts with the loving demeanor we shared that weekend. This swing of emotions is becoming frustrating, Angela concluded.

She straightened her dress down, furthering the skirt above her kneecaps.

This should suffice. I'm not about to come out of his office smiling because I won his favor by the way I dressed. Angela thought, unknown to her, that it was for the same cloth reason her boss got originally upset with her.

Tired of searching through her river of ideas, inhaling before exhaling a long withheld anxiety, Angela reached out to knock on his office door. Waiting for his response, Rex took his sweet time, scaring the lady out of her wits.

“Come in,” his husky voice finally announced.

Well, this is it, Angela, time to find out what we did not do. She tried to motivate herself; still, her legs felt like jelly. Jittery, courage deserts, leaving her unsure.

Having spent years admiring the service from afar, and not about to lose her job, Angela pushed the door open to sight her newest boss seated at his executive mahogany, in a confident stance, but against her own accelerated heartbeats.

Even as he sat there looking like a predator, Angela still found him attractive.

“Rex… Sir, sir, Rex?”

For goodness’ sake, just call me Rex. Angela. Rex snapped.

She beats herself, barely a few strides into the man's office, and she was already aggravating his temperament.

“Sit,” he commands. Angela politely walks to sit opposite his desk, facing him and very much aware of an attraction. Holding his gaze, a sudden hand movement from him draws Angela's attention to his limbs. Those hands of his had cuddled her up when she was still feeling horny but too exhausted for another round. It was a greedy feeling; each stroke in or out had felt satisfying, his pole reaching into her warmth, and the way he had kept stopping midway? Gosh, Flora, have some decency. He is the boss, and not our Mr. Stranger; we shouldn't be mind-freaking him. But isn't it unfair? His body is naturally built like that of the male models. Just look at him sitting on his aura, exhibiting the charisma of a prince charming.

Pay yourself some credit, Flora. Pardon me, I already have myself, but isn't it a delight to look at the counterpart?

Can you snap out of your thoughts? And just like that, the new assistant has her attention back on the infuriated male before her.

Look, whatever happened between us was a mistake I wish not to repeat. But if you hope to keep your job, it would be in your best interest to adhere to segment 14 of the company's bylaw.

Is he being serious? Giving out my virginity to him was a fluke? Oh, Josh, help me. Cried Angela, already feeling embarrassed.

While the meeting was far from ending with her receiving a job termination letter, his nonchalant attitude, however, still drove a crumble at Angela's perception. Curious to hear him further out, she keeps her panicked heart at a distance. Still Rex continued.

I understand it was your first time that night. Here, have this check; you can cash it tomorrow before coming to work. But afterward, running exposed legs in such a skimpy skirt will not be tolerated, and neither is flirting with coworkers. One last and personal policy: pretend as if we never met. The check is not directly linked to me, so don't get any cocky ideas tomorrow. Do I make myself clear, Angela?

Sure.

Good, you can return to your post. Actually, sir, you did express your thoughts, but I would like to lend a suggestion of mine:

Speak, Rex tells her.

Sir, I would like you to keep the check right back.

It's in buck currencies; trade carefully, young lady.

On second thoughts, give me that; at least it will aid me in buying clothes tailored to my shape rather than this skimpy skirt.

With tears almost about to stream down her cheeks, Angela held her head high, future-oriented and out of his office. How cruelest of the man to remind me of my place, she mumbled on her way out.

Sitting down back at her office, Angela felt ridiculed; her naivety had equated sex to love. But of all the males, why him?

Angela wished it was closing time already; perhaps then she could go get her broken Cinderella dreams nursed next to a large ice cream canister. But then, the day was only midday; she still had four more hours and many work-related issues that would bring them to work together before the day runs out.

Angela assumed it would take the CEO about an hour to give her time to recover from their just-concluded meeting.