I am so happy it’s Saturday, and I don’t have to go to work today. I don’t think I can bear to see Vivienne’s face for another day. I might tear it off. But, I will not ruin my weekend by thinking of her and my snobby boss. Mr. Jason is the most arrogant person I have met. Every time I greet him at the office, he acts like nobody is talking to him. He doesn’t say anything to me or asks me to do anything. I don’t know if I should be happy or worried about it.
I planned to spend my weekend watching TV on the couch, but Mr. Crawford asked to see me today. I am sure he wants to know how my first week at work was. Once I arrive at the front gate of Mr. Crawford’s mansion, the security guard lets me in once he sees me through the cameras. I thank him and walk towards the front door. I ring the bell, and a beautiful brunette woman opens the door.
“Hello, Eleanor,” Kassie, one of Mr. Crawford’s housekeepers, says once she sees me. She is.
“Hello Kassie, how are you today?” I greet as I enter the house.
“I’m great, how are you? I heard you got a job; congratulations,” she says, smiling.
“I’m great, and thank you,” I respond.
Kassie smiles and states, “Mr. Crawford is waiting for you in the garden.”
I walk to the garden. A fountain, white statues, and lovely flowers decorate the perfectly trimmed grass. Mr. Crawford is reading a book on a bench; I walk behind him, intending to scare him.
“Hello, Mr. Crawford,” I say, close to his ears. He flinches in fear, but he relaxes as soon as he realizes it’s me.
“Oh, good God! you scared me, dear,” he says with a smile.
“That was the plan,” I laugh.
“How are you doing, dear?” he asks.
“I am doing great, sir, and you?”
“I am doing wonderful. How was your first week at work?” he asks. I try to keep my face straight to hide my true opinion.
“It was good! I can’t wait to get back to work next week,” I say with a fake smile. I hope he doesn’t see through my lie. I don’t want to tell Mr. Crawford about my real feelings about my first week working for his company.
“Jason isn’t making things difficult for you at the office?” he enquires.
“No, he isn’t,” I lie.
“That’s great. I was a little worried that he might give you a hard time. I’m very relieved to hear that isn’t the case,” he says, smiling.
I feel bad lying to him, but it’s best. I don’t want to come between Mr. Crawford and Mr. Jason. Jason already dislikes me enough.
“Me too. Can I ask you something?” I enquire while maintaining my fake smile.
“Go ahead, dear.”
“Why did you hire me as a secretary for Jason? It seems as though Vivienne does a very good job as his secretary already.”
“I believe that Jason needs another secretary. The company is expanding, and he can’t do all the necessary work just with Vivienne. They need some help,” he states.
Mr. Crawford’s explanation clears up my confusion. He hired me to reduce the workload for them. They don’t assign me anything work-related, but Mr. Crawford doesn’t need to know that now.
Monday came faster than I had hoped. Last week I was so excited to start working, but today I am praying it goes quickly and without too much fuss.
I greet Nora on my way to the elevator. I can’t help but notice how Nora looked at me when I greeted her. She had a pitiful look in her eyes. I am confused by this; I don’t have anything in my life that would make her pity me.
I step out of the elevator and quickly walk to the lunchroom to make cups of coffee for Vivienne and Mr. Jason. I don’t drop my bags first; I know that if I am even a second late, Vivienne will make my day even more horrible than normal. I take Vivienne’s coffee to her office and walk to Mr. Jason’s office to give him his. I knock on the door before stepping inside. Today he is in a different position from usual, perching on his desk with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks annoyed.
“Good morning, sir,” I greet, placing his coffee beside him.
“Good morning, Eleanor,” he greets me, his frown quickly changing into a smirk. “How was your weekend?” he asks and takes a sip of his coffee.
“It was good, sir; how was yours?” I ask, feeling confused by his attempt to make conversation with me. I am happy he is talking to me, but it feels strange.
“I am not surprised! Perhaps that would explain why my weekend was shitty,” he says while taking a step in my direction.
“I don’t understand what you are saying, sir,” I say, feeling a little scared by his sudden change in his. I take a step backward, attempting to increase the space between us.
“You don’t understand, Eleanor? You don’t understand?” he repeats, taking a step towards me each time. I mirror his steps moving back. He only stops once my back hits the wall.
“No, sir. I don’t understand,” I say with my eyes on the ground. His proximity is making me feel uncomfortable and slightly threatened. I want to push him away, but I am not that foolish. He is angry at me about something, so I need to try to calm him down so I can leave his office in one piece.
“So you didn’t tell my grandfather that Vivienne has been making things difficult for you here and that I haven’t assigned any work to you?” he asks me, causing my eyes to widen.
“I didn’t tell your grandfather anything like that,” I honestly insist.
I can’t believe his grandfather found out. I didn’t mention anything that occurred in the week and kept a fake smile on my face throughout our whole conversation. How could Mr. Crawford have found out?
“So, explain to me how my grandfather knew everything. And let’s not forget, I know that you visited him on Saturday.”
“Yes, I did visit him, but I promise, I didn’t tell him anything but positive things about work,” I say.
“You want me to believe that?” he sneers.
I knew something like this would happen if I told Mr. Crawford about my week. But, even after I lied to him about it, somehow, he still found out. I start playing with my fingers as I try to find a way to prove my innocence.
“Will you stop playing with your fingers and look at me!” Mr. Jason shouts. He separates my fingers with his hand and pulls my chin up to look at him.
I lock eyes with him. Despite my best efforts, I can’t help but see the attraction of Mr. Jason. His eyes are so beautiful. I feel myself being pulled into the caramel pools.
“Come back to earth and stop getting lost in my eyes,” he says, snapping his fingers in front of my eyes. I look to the ground in embarrassment; I’m sure my cheeks are flushed red.
“Sir, I don’t know how your grandfather found out. I promise, I didn’t tell him anything,” I say, hoping for the best.
“It makes sense now! This was your plan all along,” he says in realization, taking a step back away from me.
“What do you mean, sir?” I say, feeling confused by his sudden change of tone but relieved to have a bit of distance between the two of us again.
He takes a few more steps away from me. He looks as though he is thinking about something.
After what feels like forever, he finally speaks, “I should have known; you never planned to seduce me.”
“Excuse me,” I ask, confused by what he says.
“You want my grandfather to give you the company! Well, let me tell you, you will have to kill me before I let that happen. You’re fired!” he exclaims.
“I’m fired?” I question. I can’t believe what he is saying.
“Yes, you’re fired,” he repeats.
“Why? I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“I can’t have someone like you, who threatens my position as CEO in my office. You’re fired.”
“Please, you can’t fire me. I don’t want to take your position of CEO,” I insist.
“I don’t believe you. Now leave my office before I call for security,” he states.
I want to beg him to reconsider, but I know it is useless; Mr. Jason will never trust me. I can feel myself on the verge of tears. I can’t believe I am back to square one, without any job prospects. How am I going to pay off my college debts now?