Song: 'Bad liar' by Imagine Dragons
Oh, hush, my dear, it's been a difficult year
And terrors don't prey on
Innocent victims
Trust me, darling, trust me, darling
It's been a loveless year
I'm a man of three fears
Integrity, faith and
Crocodile tears
Trust me, darling, trust me, darling
So look me in the eyes
Tell me what you see
Perfect paradise
Tearing at the seams
I wish I could escape
I don't wanna fake it
Wish I could erase it
Make your heart believe
But I'm a bad liar, bad liar
Now you know
Now you know
I'm a bad liar, bad liar
Now you know, you're free to go (go)
Hannah's POV:
Well, well, well.....
Or not so well, maybe.
To be honest, it was rather odd.
For three days, he acted as if I didn't exist, and then suddenly he was all out there, acting like a boss who means nothing but business. But it wasn't so sudden after all, now was it?
Now that I think about it, it's almost like he wanted to do that.
But why?
To be honest, I didn't think he'll give in this easily. He hates me too much to do that.
I guess I'll find it out eventually.
But one thing that I can't wrap my mind around is what exactly is my work here, I sure as hell didn't sign up for any secretarial work. Making coffee, and setting up appointments is not something a designer does.
But maybe it is a part of my training, maybe this is how big firms operate.
Or maybe I'm reading too much into it.
A lot of maybes and ifs are there at the moment. I guess I'll have to wait and see what happens.
I snapped out of my thoughts when the janitor left the room after cleaning the floor. Yes, I'm still in his office and getting it cleaned for the coffee he spilled.
I can imagine that the coffee must've been not so good considering my culinary skills but spilling it like that was rather uncalled for. And a bit dramatic too, I must say.
I don't think you're in a position to judge other people for drama.
Yeah, maybe not of that but I can be a judge of other people's office interiors. Now that I'm alone in his office and a little more relaxed after the incident some minutes ago, I took my time to look into his office or if I'm being honest, admire it.
just like his house, his office is a sight for the sore eyes too.
I won't go into too many details but trust me, it's a dream office. Or at least my dream office. One whole wall is made up of glass, too bad the shades are drawn over it. Just from the looks of the office, I can guarantee the view will be nothing less but to die forâa view from the 48th floor.
This calls for a selfie. But first I need to check out the view as it's gonna be a kickass background. Oh boy, it'll be awesome.
Just as I reached for the string to pull the shades...
"What are you still doing here?" Getting caught and off guard at the same time is a recipe for disaster.
But, if only my luck were ever in my favor, tightly shutting my eyes close and reopening them to muster up the courage, I finally turned and faced the devil himself.
"I. I was just leaving" and I ran past him with my eyes fixed on the ground.
Reaching my office, I took a long breath to tell myself that I'd come out of the lion's den safe and sound.
Since when have I been so nervous about my actions? I've always been so confident in whatever I've done, then why am I so intimidated by him?
Because he hates you, maybe that's why?
Yeah, I know that and I hate him just as much if not more.
Get hold of your life, Han Han, don't let some husband pull you down.
Ding,
Ding,
Ding, ding, ding, ding...
One after the other, my iMac started showing email notifications.
Alright Hannah, enough sulking, get to work already.
..........................................................................................................
Phew!
That's a lot of paperwork for the first official work day.
The dude wasn't kidding when he said no official working hours. Here I have 13 previous projects that I not only have to study but document also.
First of all, I didn't know documentation could be this hard. But considering I'm doing it for the first time, it's okay I guess.
Sometimes I'm just eternally grateful for the internet. It literally teaches you everything.
Youtube for the win, baby!
If it wasn't for the internet, then I'd had to ask him to teach me, which definitely would've been a blow to my know-it-all ego. Not that he would've told me how to do it anyways.
I looked at my wristwatch, it was 8:47 PM. Urgh, my back hurts and so does my butt.
But the good thing is that I'm done for the day. I'm quite a quick learner, as you can tell.
I just have to put this on his table now and leave.
Leaving my office with a stack of files I have worked on, I knocked on his door. Finally, after the third knock, he permitted me to enter.
Oh...
Not quite what I was expecting at the end of the day.
Gone is the suit jacket and tie, sleeves rolled up to reveal his strong muscles. And if that wasn't enough, to top it all, he has his reading glasses on.
Oh, my fragile heart.
Can I say that he's a treat for the sore eyes without sounding like a hypocrite?
Well, it is what it is. No shame in accepting that he is one hell of a gorgeous man. And those specs are doing nothing but adding 100 extra pounds of hotness to his beauty.
Okay Hannah, now might be a good idea to avert your eyes from him before you practically ravish him with your eyes.
It's too darn hard, man, there's such a Henry Cavill vibe he's throwing off. Now, you tell me, how can I possibly not be captivated?
"I believe the purpose of your visit is not to stare at me?" He said without looking up, no emotion present in his voice.
Shit!
But how did he know? He's not even looking my way.
This is so embarrassing, getting caught twice a single day.
"N... No, I came t-to give you these files" I said as fast as I could, or may way too fast. But once again, I didn't move to actually do it.
"Put them on my table and get out"
Why does he always have to open his mouth to confirm that he's nothing more than a pretty face?
Urgh, I hate him. What was I even thinking before?
Putting the urge to slam the file on the table or his face aside, I gently placed them in front of him. And as instructed by the devil himself, I got out also holding back the urge to slam the door too.
But hey, if it's any consolation, I didn't wish him a good night.