chapter 1 (Sienna)
This motherfucking shit show of a day could not get any worse. As if starting my day with taking a epipen because the incompetent barista gave me a hazelnut latte instead of my black-fucking-coffee wasn’t enough. I am now late to this meeting and I just know that Mr ‘my daddy provides for everything’ will have a whole lecture about ‘punctuality’ ‘discipline’ and ‘principles’ as if he had to ever take the F train in New york traffic with sweaty strangers.
Even though reaching the office was a hassle, my sweety assistant was ready with my day schedule and a fresh brew. “I swear one of these days i’m gonna marry you Rachel,” I say to my assistant. “Mam Mr Hernandez is waiting for you, he is quite an impatient man,” She replies, with a frown, dismissing my comment. “Well you tell his rich, spoiled ass to stop bossing around MY staff and we can get started with his problems, clearly the man cannot give enough fucks about his companies security code but too many about the thousandth of a second,” I comment.“My apologies for the impatience Ms. Jacobs but information is worth a life in my business and currently mine is in someone’s computer screen,” a deep voice explains from behind.Please god. Not him. pleaseeeeeee.I turn around to look or rather crank my neck to look at the 6′3 grey eyed man. Talk about beast in a suit. Ofcourse he was overhearing.“Ms Jacobs?” I scoff. Did i miss the memo to the queens tea party? Who talks like that anymore??“I prefer Sienna” I add, politely this time.“Sweetheart, how about we skip the introductions and get to business, I believe you only have 8.5 minutes before your next meeting,”He adds, calmly. As if he didn’t just call me sweetheart. Also did he just learn my schedule??
“Ofcourse,” i reply, not letting him know how much that influenced me.
“We at digisecurity company believe that a digital world requires all companies to understand that scope of their network secur-” “Cut the usual speech, sweetheart, I have a very specific problem, my server is getting hacked into, my deliveries are on pause, and I need you to find me the guy whose doing it, and my men will take care of the rest, ASAP,” he cuts in.Uh, rude.
“Why did you need ME for that any of my managers could’ve talked to you,” I ask.He steps close, closer, way too close. Finger on my chin.“I don’t talk to juniors sweetheart, you can expect aLOTof me from now on,” He whispers and with that he turns around and leaves like he didn’t almost make me shiver with his touch.
“You owe me 2.5 minutes for the next meeting,” He calls from behind.
Okay, Mr casual harasser, I think, burying all the unholy thoughts I was just having.This is gonna be a long week.
