Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Chelsea’s Point of View
My body hurts…
That’s the only thing on my mind. I think I figured out the reason Kai gave me this positions to work me to death. It’s no wonder he said I would need prayers because the only thing I had done wrong, today was not praying
“I don’t like this tie.” He threw it across the room. His upper body was spread out on the chaise leisurely, I don’t think this man wants to go to work today. There was no sense of urgency of any sort. “I need something, with a much darker shade. I know you’re new to the job but you suck at this”
‘Maybe if you stop being such a prick. And take out a tie you want, it could be easy! I retorted in my head, but in real life, 1 sheepishly went after the tie.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I muttered, “I will look for something else.”
We have been at this for the past five minutes. I have probably picked out hundreds of ties in the last five minutes, but none of them were to his liking. If he doesn’t like half of his ties, then why did he buy so many useless ties?
I scurried back to the walk–in wardrobe, and my eyes narrowed when I noticed there were only six ties left. Reluctantly, I picked them all and took them back to him. Now, we can be done with this shit once and for all.
“Do you not understand what I mean by a darker color?” he rasped in annoyance without even glancing at the tie. “I don’t want any of those.”
I was momentarily speechless.
“I understand you don’t have basic training, but picking out colors? Come on, even a toddler can do this.”
I bit back the response that climbed up to my throat, reminding myself that I sort of deserved this.
“I’m sorry, but this was the last of the ties on the rack,” I whispered back. He froze lightly, and then rolled his eyes, got up from the chaise. And walked over to the heap of rejected ties sitting on the king–sized bed centered in the room. He paused for a while before picking out a light blue tie.
Staring at me with a proud, mocking smirk hanging at the edge of his lips. So much for a darker shade.
But dear Lord, will I have to go through this every day?
If yes, then until when?
“Boss,” the butler, James, called, walking towards us as we exited Kai’s bedroom. Kai was now completely dressed and ready for work, but he was dressed differently from what he had made me pick. Wasting all my efforts. “I asked the maid to prepare breakfast for you and the lady.”
Kai paused for a while and then glanced at me. I had to pretend I wasn’t interested in the conversation, but in reality, I was so damn hungry.
After drinking myself to a stupor last night, I was finally able to conquer my insomnia. But I didn’t have any dinner, and now I am starving.
I could barely keep my eyes open. So, at the very least, I hoped we had breakfast.
I needed it.
“No, there would be no need for that.” Kai’s voice tore through my hopes, and I felt a bitter taste forming in the back of my
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throat. “We are in a hurry; please let’s go.”
I nodded obediently as I followed him from behind, holding everything for him.
“Do you know how to drive?” he asked as we got toward the parking lot of his house; the sky was clearer now, compared to when I first came here.
I shook my head.
“No?”
“No, I don’t,” I answered.
“You should learn; you are as good as useless, as it seems.” He sneered unlocking his car.
I turned off the faucet, raising my face to stare at my reflection in the mirror; I looked terrible. My eyes were bloodshot, probably because of the lack of sleep. I could feel every bone in my body smarting so painfully.
I twisted slightly, hoping to bring relief to the cramping area; I am only glad it was the closing hour. Happy tears welled in my eyes when I realized that I could finally eat something and then sleep.
I slipped out of the bathroom. Kai was still focused on his laptop, typing aggressively and replying to emails. I strolled over to the small table at the far end of the office, from where I had been working, and picked up my bag.
“Good night, boss,” I squeaked. Walking towards the door, and just before I was released to my freedom, his voice stopped
- me.
“Where do you think you are going?” he queried, his eyes still glued to his laptop. I stopped in my tracks and turned back slightly to him.
“Um… home?”
“You can’t go home yet.” He answered.
“Why not?” I queried, feeling a little overwhelmed by his sudden refusal to let me go. “I already did everything you asked me.”
“What about the letter I told you to type out for the invitation to our partners for the launch of our innovative product?” His gaze finally left the computer to stare at me coldly; it was almost as if I was looking at a frozen lake.
“I have done that,” I answered diligently. “You told me to drop it on your table because you were busy, and you would check it out later.”
He looked to his left–hand side, staring down at the files that I had dropped. After he made me change the font many times. and edit the heading, he just left it there without mention of it until now.
Now. That I was about to go
home.
He scanned through the document in his hands, but his eyes remained unsatisfied. Even though everything I did was according to his wishes.
“This is good.” He commented with a small nod. I felt my heart race as my eyebrows shot up happily.
Unbelievable, but he just complimented my work.
Since he was satisfied, does that mean I get to go home now? His eyes locked onto mine once more. In a swift, deliberate movement, he gripped the edge of the paper. The sound of tearing filled my ears and the office.
I gaped at him in horror as I helplessly watched him tear the documents I had worked so hard on into shreds.
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A smirk played on his face.
“I guess you have to do them again now.”
