Alexandra's POV
Today I begin to walk like a peacock with my head raised high and a predictable smile on my face because of the job I just got for myself.
The leading group of companies named CJ groups have hired me as a special secretary to someone whom I have heard many times for gambling, baby habits and getting caught bringing girls to his oh-so-famous Kimberly Mansion of California.
Heading straight towards the subway, I receive a gentle slap from the message that the president of the CJ group needs me as quickly as possible. I knew the tram cannot account for my loss of job, so I get out of the subway and spend a little bit more money on the cab that I hail in under a minute or so.
I quickly make it up to the conference room, and the files were almost disarranged as I was afraid of not impressing my senior and my employer.
Quickly setting everything in place, I blow out a puff of air and flatten down my skirt creases before opening the fateful door.
"Welcome, Ms Palmer. The president is waiting for you." The lady says and directs me to the lift which carries me directly to the fifth floor. I assist myself inside when I get to see that tall man clad in a black and blue suit with his back greeting me a good morning indirectly. The grey hair indicated that he was fairly on the older side of the line as I make my presence abominable.
"Oh, welcome Ms Palmer. I apologise if I have rushed you into the meeting before the office times. The good news is that you shall start from today itself." The man says and I widen my eyes ever so slightly so I don't look like an unethical animal in front of him.
"The pleasure is mine, sir. Thank you for accepting me in such a short time even if my grades were not so impressive."
"I wasn't looking for the grades, dear." He says, finally turning around and showing me his face with a tea bag that is dipped out of the cup and placed on the saucer behind him.
"I was analyzing personalities for my son. You seemed to fit the best. As you can see, my son Levi shall be the next heir to this group and I cannot afford my hard work to go in vain because of his habits. Rumours and all, I cannot afford them." He expresses as I nod my head.
"I understand, sir. I shall not disappoint you."
"Very well. I hope you know your task."
"I do, sir," I say, bowing respectfully to the employer who hums and sips on his rich hibiscus tea.
"I welcome you to the CJ family and do change my son for good, young lady. I shall ensure that you have enough in your pocket by the time he had changed and become better under your guidance." He says and I feel responsible and powerful for having control over this spoilt man.
Walking outside, I notice that the time is already a quarter past eight. I should be at work by eight in the morning. Promptly jogging on my work stilettos, I open the door of the heir's cabin only to find Mr Johansson in a very submissive position on the desk.
They don't even budge when I walk in. I can easily feel the anger bubbling up because I have to build my persona to be strong and not gullible.
Walking toward the two, I grab the woman by her hair and only then they are surprised by my presence in the room. The stench of sex was making me outrageous while I drag the woman by her hair and throw her out. She was having her skirt up and her panties around her knees and three of her buttons undone.
"You are fucking fired. Go fuck a prostitute, whore." I degrade her in front of everyone and I didn't care if it was a traumatic experience for her and the others. The least I cared was about the man behind me who was quickly tucking his dick inside and wearing his pants up.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He bellows at me, striding towards me as I quickly look down at his shoes to make him self-conscious.
"You should be treating your secretary properly, Mr Johansson. I am Alexandra, you can call me Ms Palmer and I shall be your secretary until you try to set a standard and become a man." I provoke him to which he predictively brings his face closer to me as a warning.
"You don't know who you're messing with. I will tell my father about you." He says which makes me scoff.
"I've only seen a grown man wanting to complain about me to his father like a little child. Grow up, sir. You got work to do." I say while jabbing my file folder against his chest.
All the scents and disgusts of his expensive cologne, sweat and sex were making me barf as I move away from him. I was not bothered by his threats and so shall I let him know who is the real boss in this game.
"Also, Mr Johansson, I was employed only today by your 'daddy' to take care of you. First, let me set some rules in this cabin and your mansion." I say and circle him around like a beast enticing its prey.
"Rule no.1; No fucking around anymore. Your boisterous phase is done. You need to grow up to be a man."
"I am a man who fucks girls. Do you want me to show you how manly I am?" He threatens me back only to find me glaring at him.
"You're not a man when you said that and you won't become one unless you follow rule No.2," I say, catching him off guard with my patience.
"What the fuck is rule no.2 then?" I smirk, knowing that he is intrigued now.
"Follow what your secretary says."
"No shit Sherlock. I am not listening to a woman." He fights back for his freedom as he looks so cute.
"Okay then. Say goodbye to your credit card and your stupid Ferrari which stinks of sex 24/7. I'm sure you will complain about me to your daddy again." I knew I was being sick hot right now and I loved it.