Prologue
"Omi, can you come in please." My boss calls for me; I feel nervous being in her presence as I have my head down low.
"Yes, boss?" I ask, not really sure how to inform her. Do I say yes, Mrs. Petrovo, or yes Ms. Stromboli? Even as I stand in her mere presence, she makes me nervous.
"Please, call me Milan." I slightly look up, looking over her long legs being crossed that seem to be never-ending; I wonder how it would feel to have them wrapped around my waist, "Omi?" She calls my name again that I hadn't realized she calling out to me, snapping me from my dirty thoughts.
"Y-yes?" I stutter, which is awfully brutal to the point I feel idiotic for speaking at times.
" Do you have any plans for this weekend?" She asks me with a crooked smile. Her eyes have a knowing, mischievous glint that I can't help but think if she knows what I'm thinking.
"Um, no? Is there something you need?" I ask, waiting for her answer. I'm not sure why she would ask about my plans for the weekend. It's my only day off that I can use to work my other job.
"Yes, cancel anything you think may come up for you for this weekend, I need you to come with me on a business trip!" She says with a cheerful smile on her face. Ignoring the possible fact that most of her employees can't drop everything on the fly for her because our lives are too hectic. Or that maybe I have two jobs to uphold with one that doesn't pay and the other that barely pays.
I'm almost losing my temper just at the mere privilege of this woman ignoring other facets that maybe most of her employees aren't living a luxurious lifestyle. Not once has she ever noticed me and expects me to cancel all things and come to her aid.
"No!" I say, which makes her look up abruptly from the way I suddenly spoke up for myself for the first time in my life.
"Excuse me?" The cheerful demeanor suddenly changes when I decline her request. The force of dominance that comes off of her makes me whimper from her temper, but I have to stand my ground.
"I said, no! If you need anything, why don't you call your actual assistant for help? I'm just an intern, I'm not even being paid! So no!" I walk out of her office, walking quickly towards the elevator before I lose my shit even further. Hell, I might not have this internship after my little stunt. Once my heart stops beating so sporadically, and the brave facade fades away, I realize what I had done was stupid, yet it was now too late to even go back on it.
"Crap!" I whisper, the bell dings, and I get off walking towards my small cubicle. The possible last time I will ever see this cubicle or the office or Henry. Everyone's eyes are on me as they notice I just came back from the top floor.
"Ms. Omi?" someone calls out my name, and I look up to see a man hovering over me with a look that seems of genuine surprise and utter confusion.
"Y-yes?"
"You're wanted upstairs on the 30th floor, again..." He says reluctantly with eyes that seem to scream you're dead, and I gulp down the sudden lodge in my throat, thinking that I wasn't entirely thinking. I just pissed off one of the most powerful and influential women in this cutthroat industry that could throw my ass out now. Hell, she might want me back so she can humiliate me for dating to attempt to say no to her.
I wonder what I was thinking, maybe I wasn't thinking, but the truth. I was, and am afraid that considering I'm somebody worth respect is a mistake I'm going to regret making.
