A devilish light shine in his eyes, the corner of his lips turning up. "You won't do that.” And you know what's irritating? Is that he's right.
*
Luke Hemmington knows how to play his card right. As a businessman, he is aware of the techniques that suit his favor. His sharp mind puts him to advantage above all else. That's why Hemmington company is the top leading business today. He allegedly reports being closing deals after deals with carefully chosen partnerships.
From the news that I've seen him in every time that I will turn on the T.V., he's either shaking hands with new the investors or rubbing elbows in a charity event as if all the deals he's gathered isn't enough. There's also the little fact that I've noticed and didn't want to acknowledge. It's that he has a different woman on his arm each time he's seen live on T.V. As if he wears them as an accessory to be replaced whenever he fancies. Each one of them long legged models while there are also a few superstars risking enough of their image having to be with the reputable bachelor. And by 'reputable' they refer to his charm to women plus his very loaded pocket.
I've done quite a research on him when I get home that night. I don't want to be as clueless as I am when I first set foot in Hemmington corporation. Now that I know a little more about him that before, I am prepared to be cautious around him. He's got bad reputation where his past secretaries are a concern.
But there's no problem in that matter at the moment as he is away for the business trip. I haven't seen him after he closes the deal that night in not so traditional way. I start my first official day the next morning, and this time I get the time to get to know the people around the office. So far everything's running smoothly. I am warmly welcome although there's a few who suspects that I've done a hocus focus with Luke to get my position now.
I honestly don't know myself why he makes it seems like I played a big role in the success of the Hemmington group. On the other hand, I can't shake away the excitement in my bones to be working my butt off. Despite the circumstances how I got my job, I try to put it aside and focus on giving my best. So far for almost a week that I've been working overtime, I find myself more at ease each day. I'll wake in the morning looking forward to getting to work and to get starting with paper works.
One morning on my way to the office, I pass by the women's toilet. A group of three women is murmuring by the corner not noticing me enter. Their voices are obviously not quite enough for me not to understand what they're talking about.
Eavesdropping is not something I like to do, but for some reason these three have me doing exactly just that.
I enter a cubicle, pretending to use the toilet. There's no need to strain my ears because I hear them as clear as day.
I heard that she gives him a good job. A pitchy voice says, her voice rising an octave as she makes a melodramatic weave of lies. She pauses now and then for effect, making it all the more exaggerated.
Even I can give him a better job. Another voice chips in making the three of them cackle.
The three of them continues to speculate a web of lies until their awaiting jobs finally calls for their divided time. It takes me a couple of minutes to recover myself from what I've heard.
There's not a single truth to what they've said but what got me riles up is that the mess it will cost me when their almost believable lies spread out?
Throughout the day, I keep thinking if they finally spread the made0up rumour but thankfully no one seems to have heard anything. That or they're just acting like they heard nothing.
Lorina notices that I'm a little daze that day and asks me to go home and rest for the remaining hours.
I open my mouth to reassure her that I'll be fine when she informs me that I will attend an event tonight.
"Luke will need your assistance tonight, dear. He's on an important deal he works so hard for this whole week. The night will be crazy busy, and you'll be up on your toes this evening, so I suggest you catch
a quick nap."
There's almost pity in those kindred eyes of hers but have left with no choice but to follow orders from him.
I don't want to put her into a more difficult situation, so I agree to go home and rest which doesn't happen at all.
I toss and turn in my bed, and before I know it, it's time to get going.
Frustrated, I run a warm shower which helps relax my tense muscle. For whatever crazy reason, I pick up my scented liquid shower bath which smells of rosemary and honey. I rarely use it and only when I feel like being fancy not that I ever use it for any special reason.
I want to be as presentable as I can tonight, I reason to myself although deep inside I know the reason behind is more than that.
I scrub my hair with my strawberry shampoo I love using so much and rinse all of the traces of soap in my body.
Wrapping a towel around my body, I walk barefoot in my room when I walk in on my phone buzzing about on my bed. I pick it up, studying the unfamiliar number.
I press the answer button of my blackberry and place it on my ear and mumble a polite greeting.
"I'm looking for Olivia Mathew, ma'am," replies the man on the other line.
"Olivia here, how may I help you?" I opt for a more professional response just in case this person is connected to paparazzi wanting to get details from me where Luke is the concern.
"I'm outside your door, ma'am. I have a delivery package from tonight's gala."