He Had Me On A Contract

One thing wrong with not knowing the main person whom you are meant to hold on to in this case is that everyone who is a suspect looks the same.I am sitting in one of the round table chairs with Jessy beside me and I cannot take my eyes off the four AJ brothers as they all speak to different people, moving from one table to another.Hands-on the jaw, face forward and unmoving, I follow every direction their eyes go to and every body movement any of them makes.“Seriously Clarissa, everyone will start thinking you are an assassin sent to eliminate the AJ brothers,” Jessy, who had had enough of my watching and glaring eyes towards them said and then proceeded to drag my hands off my jaw,I sighed. “I'm just doing what I came here for, Jess. I'm not here to eat these fancy foods and smell the incredible scent of the perfumes.” I look at the table, with all the expensive wines and champagnes at the opening of the new store, and know this place isn't exactly my ideal.So many people sta

Adriel Jaime I roll my sleeves up as I look at the supposed budget for the opening of the branch at NYC 2 for Spins and Scent, it looks incredibly ridiculous.“Are you sure I approve of this??” I asked, looking at every member of the financial team to their faces and trying hard not to sound annoyed.Most of them averted their faces as they usually do, and those who could hold my gaze for as long as 3 minutes noticed the tone my direction was going and their faces went back to the floor.I don't like scaring my employees, but generally, they bring over this ridiculous type of proposal, and it's worth hitting your head on their chin when you know it isn't needed.“You approved of it sir, and I was the one who oversaw its usage.” the head of the financial team, Mr. Grant said as he pointed to the pages of the finance and exactly to the place I had signed.Hands-on chin, I did a thorough look at the signature, making sure this had everything to do with me.Once I knew I signed it, (alth

I have been in front of the computer searching through every possible jobs I could attend an interview for tomorrow. Today was a disaster, and there is no need to put my mind to getting actual work there.“Hello, best friend.” The door opened revealing a smiling, carefree Jessy who looked like she had drunk a blank.She giggled loudly at the door while throwing her shoes away simultaneously.I froze my hand on the computer, watching her through the half struggle of closing the door and laughing and trying to get rid of her work clothes.“Are you drunk??” Although she is laughing right now, I don't even need to ask that question.She giggled again, and I sighed before standing up and walking to the door.Pushing her aside, I close the door before half dragging her away from it.“I was so tired and fed up with everything, and guess what? I decided to drink” she giggled and once we were close to the couch she pushed me aside falling to the couch.One look at her and I know she is super

JAIME She is the most undeserving of the chance to work with me, yet I went back home and the thought couldn't leave my head. So why not, why not let her work here, then I can know her motive for watching me like a hawk. There must be a reason to find her on the list of applicants when she had just been watching us the whole time during that night. But apart from that reason, there was also something about her, something I could not place my hand on. A sharp knock on the door and it is pulled open with my voice commanding the person to enter inside. She is sweating profusely as she enters the office, and then she stops before letting her eyes rim over the space. She seems to appreciate what she is seeing before realizing herself and then walks to the desk. “I am so sorry I'm like 4 minutes late, I just made some mistakes and there was a little problem, and then….” “You can drop it on my desk, Miss??” “Clarissa Miller” she supplied, of course, I knew her name. “Miss Miller”

CLARISSAChecking the wall clock again, I might have become more restless than I was before because what am I still doing here when it's already time for the end of work for the day?I mean those three ladies' voices raised high when they left 12 minutes ago shows exactly that, but here I am still waiting for a minute that will never happen.After another two minutes had passed, I knew my impatience had taken a better part of me and I would not sit around.Standing up, I walk straight to his office and breathe in before knocking.“Come in,” he said authoritatively.Gosh, his voice is always commanding, never the type to be soft-spoken.I push the door inside and walk to the office. Closing the door, I stood at the doorstep.He raised his eyes from the file he was looking at and regarded me sternly.I must have taken a minute to look at him again, his suit jacket discarded, his sleeves rolled up and a bead of sweat rolling on his forehead.I gulped down and then looked down at the flo