Amanda’s POV

Shane, Aria and I briskly walked down the spacious hallway till we passed rows and rows of private offices housing more than one occupants already tapping away on the laptops before while some were briskly scribbling away on large files.

Each one of the offices has adjourning smaller offices attached to the bigger and spacious ones, the bigger ones are obviously the under bosses offices while the smaller ones are obviously the assistant's/ secretary's offices, all in all, the whole place was so breathtaking and it was my first time walking through some place this exquisite looking.

We got to the biggest office on the floor and I almost stopped breathing for a few moments due to how my flustered reflection stared back at me through the glass walls of the office, the sheer exotism of the intricate designs on the glass wall was just perfect.

Oh lord.

The door got pulled open and I stepped in after Shane and Aria, I walked slowly behind them, my eyes flying around frantically and taking in the way I could perfectly see everything going on outside the glass office, so this is how it works...those inside could see what's happening outside but those outside can't see what's happening inside, except their reflection.

Such awesomeness.

"So, that's your desk over there." Shane's voice forced my wandering eyes back to where he and Aria were standing a couple of feet before me. I looked over to the direction where Shane's finger was still pointing in and a wild smile immediately graced my face.

Oh my lord.

I now have a desk to myself, somebody pinch me.

This was really happening.

I raised my hands to my face and cupped my cheeks in excitement, so I'm officially hired now?

"Don't get too excited, the big boss might get pissed," Shane mused loudly as he gave me a side look, his fingers hovering an iPad which got handed to him by Anna in the elevator.

The smile I was wearing a moment ago got wiped off immediately his words sank in.

I opened my mouth to argue but Shane's low chuckle made me snap my mouth shut, he was probably joking with me.

"I was just joking around, but you can't be too sure around the big boss though."

Great, just great. Now this man known as Shawn has just managed to make me extra scared all over again.

"Shane, stop scaring the poor girl! She's scared enough without evening meeting the boss, what more when she meets him?" Aria referred to Shane who was already back to scrolling quickly on the iPad, I didn't miss the way he rolled his eyes behind his glasses at what he probably saw on the iPad's screen.

"Westbrook, you've got this. The coffee machine is right there, go make two cups of coffee for yourself and the boss, he'll be here..." Aria trailed off as she shot a quick glance at her golden wristwatch which clung snugly to her slender wrist before muttering frantically. "Oh crap, he will be here in a minute, go quickly, go make a coffee. The boss would brief you on all what you're going to be doing around here himself unless he'd send you to us himself. Good luck!"

Aria and Shane hurried towards the entrance of the office and pulled the door open immediately before rushing out. Shawn paused with his hand on the door handle before saying a quiet "Use your A-games properly and good luck!"

The door got closed quietly with my mouth hanging open and snapping back in place like a fish that's about to die by hanging. If that's even possible, that was how I felt as I watched Aria and Shane quickly walking briskly down the part where we came through some minutes ago and leaving me alone to face the big, bad wolf alone...I mean big, bad boss.

And boy, I am scared.

I spared a glance around the office and quickly dropped my bag on my new desk and lazily walked towards the coffee machine situated on the far left side of the office space. Taking out a cup from the stash of cups arranged on the table beside the machine, I proceeded to make the coffee just the way Aria said I should, with cream and sugar, I guess the boss was a sweet tooth like I am.

I started the machine and froze in my spot on hearing the door to my office getting pulled open and snapping back into place quickly but I heard it loud and clearly cause I was the only one in the room and let's not forget how bad nervous I was at the moment.

I heard footsteps which obviously means no one other than the boss was approaching. I tried reigning in my breathing which was starting to sound a little too harsh for my own ears.

My heartbeat quickened in waves as my hands suddenly got sweaty and clammy around the top of the machine.

Should I turn around and greet him good morning?

Should I pretend like I didn't know he was inside at the moment and just go hand him his coffee in one minute from now?

Oh crap.

Aria and Shane sure didn't explain all these to me, oh Jesus, I'm so fucked.

Oh, and let's not forget how even a little mistake could get me fired from here before I can even think of formulating a perfect excuse in my head.

The sound of the boss's bigger and wider door which was located a few feet from mine opening and closing resulted in me puffing out the nervous breath I held up in my throat the moment the boss walked in some seconds ago.

Oh, phew.

Now, coffee in one minute.

I guess I'll just pretend like I didn't see him when he walked in before.

The shrill sound of the coffee machine rang out quite loudly, signaling the preparation of the coffee, I pressed the coffee into two cups before adding one cube of sugar in the boss's cup and two cubes of sugar in mine and pouring enough cream over the two cups before lifting the boss's cup of coffee while mine still remained on the table.

I walked towards the boss's door, my reflection staring back at me from different angles, with all of them doing the exact same thing I was doing. It was almost creepy having your reflection looking at you in over twenty mirrors, but it wasn't, dare I say it was really beautiful and artistic.

I lifted my free hand and knocked quietly against the glass door, my slightly red face looking at me and mimicking the way my eyes were wandering around all the tiny glass diamonds and heart shaped designs carved into the glass office.

"Come in."

The deep voice vibrated loudly making me gasp out in fright and jump slightly on my heels, my feet awkwardly wobbling about in the shoes for a moment, a little of the hot tea spilled over my left hand, the spot burning badly immediately.

I bit on my lips to stop myself from crying out as a result of the pain the hotness of the tea caused, I switched hands almost immediately with the tea now in my right hand and my left hand now empty and burning.

I raised my sweaty left hand towards the handle of the door and pull on it slowly, the cold bite of the glass handle of the door pressing harshly Into my scalded palm, it hurts like a bitch...fuck!

I considered knocking again till he came to open the door himself but then I remembered the big detail about him that he could fire someone in one second. I squashed the thought of him coming to open the door himself away from my mind as I tried opening the door again, all to no avail.

I tried pulling on the door again, a quick prayer already playing out in my mind, oh lord...I don't want to get fired on my first day of work, lord please.

"I said come in." The boss's deep voice resounded again, and this time, it still managed to jolt me. Why the heck am I so jumpy in the first place? Right, it's because I'm so fucking scared.

The door suddenly got pulled open before I could even blink or get the chance to smoothen down my hair again and take a more composed pose on my heels instead of the slouched position I was in at the moment

Can my life get any worse?

I think not.

After waiting in silence for the boss to probably throw a nonchalant "You're fired," in my face and actually getting nothing from him, not even a word. Just silence. Then, I decided to quit looking at my shoes as if there was something really exciting and weirdly new on it that I was trying to figure out.

I looked up slowly, all the way up till my unsure gaze settled on the boss’ face and a small gasp filled with horror and shock escaped my parted lips in the next second, a moment I took in and registered in my head, just who exactly the boss was.

I took an unsure step back, all the confidence that overtook me at the flower shop yesterday seemed to have deserted me when I suddenly found myself standing before the man I had thoroughly insulted without preamble due to my anger and frustration. To say I'm shocked would be an understatement, never in my life would I have thought I'd come across this man with a very shitty attitude again in my whole life– and if anyone had told me that I’d come across him in the future, I would have laughed in the person's face immediately.

But now, look at me standing before him and knowing I was already fired before he'd decide to say the words out loud. He doesn't need to, I already know my fate at this point, like...can it get anymore obvious?

I took another step back, my face resembling a very pale paper at the moment, and the left heel I had on my left leg decided at the moment to completely help in ruining my life and my already low self esteem by bending sideways.

Someone who's already used to walking in heels might have been able to steady the wobbling heels without a hitch in her poise and expression. But then there's me, someone who barely wears heels cause apparently she doesn't know how to walk properly in them— and when that kind of people for example, me– wears a pair of shoes and one of the heels starts to wobble, there's nothing much I would be able to do seeing as I have no experience at all when it comes to that aspect.

In my awkward heels dance, the cup of hot coffee I was barely balancing properly on my right hand slipped from my sweaty grip when my heels chose that moment to wobble again.

The coffee fell by my feet with a very loud sound of the white ceramic cup breaking into two big pieces, almost half of the coffee ended up on my legs, making me let out a quiet scream in pain and endless mortification.

I quickly looked up at the stranger from the flower shop who apparently owns this huge company who was still surprisingly standing in the same spot by his door throughout my awkward heels moment.

To say he was pissed would be an understatement, he was fucking angry and one would already be able to tell from the dark scowl he was wearing currently as he glared daggers into my flustered face, perfectly mirroring the look he had given me back at the floral shop, yesterday.

"Really? This is my new secretary?" The boss asked, his angry expression still starkly bold on his face.

I lowered my head in mortification as I took in the first words he could bring himself to say to me since the moment he angrily wrenched the door leading into his office open when his supposed secretary couldn't even get a lousy door open correctly.

I didn't really know what I could say in reply to what he asked so I just kept quiet and kept my gaze fixed on my shoes, the burnt skin of my feet still biting painfully due to the burn of the tea on my skin, gosh...I need to really wash that unless it was going to turn into a scald.

"Who the fuck hired you?"

The boss's voice made my head snap up so fast, you'd think an award just got granted to me...probably an award of awkwardness, wrecker, and spoiler of stuff.

Heck, I obviously just ruined my job before I could even get a chance to start.

"Um, a man and a woman." I muttered out a reply on seeing him still waiting on one.

"I know it's a man and a woman, what are their names?" He rephrased, his voice revealing a ting of frustration, probably frustration of me ruining the whole of his day in just a few minutes of me getting one of my dream jobs.

"Aria and Shane. Aria was the woman, while Shawn was the..." I started to explain on a rambling spree due to my obvious nervousness when he cut me off almost immediately.

"Oh quiet, do men go by 'Aria?' why the heck are you wasting my time and spitting out rubbish?" He inquired after cutting into what I was explaining before, his elbow now resting on the curve of his door as he gave me a scrutinizing look all the way from my dark curls of black thick hair down to my stupid heels.

I swallowed quietly after processing his question, making me digest in and agree with myself that I really had sounded really dumb moments ago, very dumb.

He raked his gaze over my body once again, his expression still mirroring that of a really pissed human. He shook his head twice, turned back into his office and shut the door quietly behind him.

I felt my heart drop all the way downtown to lay shattered beside the broken ceramic cup.

So, this is it?

I'm... Fired?

Just like that?