Chapter 3 First Day At Work

• "You're Scarlett Johnson, the new secretary?"
• "Yes I am."
• Scarlett nodded emphatically, her nervousness was unmatched, but she wasn't going to show it.
• "My name is Amelia Thorne. The receptionist. The boss will like to see you now."
• Amelia sounded, displaying a warm gesture and taking the lead for Scarlett to follow.
• Scarlett followed closely, and shortly they were at Rapheal's office.
• "He'll be here shortly. "
• Amelia said, before leaving.
• Scarlett couldn't help but stare at the interiors of CODS ventures. It was an architectural company and has the most beautiful aesthetics she has ever seen.
• She had gotten lost in the perfectly carved interiors when Raphael walked in, and for the first time in three years, she felt she had died and gone to hell.
• "Scarlett Johnson, welcome to CODs.
• I'm Raphael, the CEO of CODs Ventures."
• He sounded, stretching his hands for a shake, but Scarlett had gone completely motionless.
• She could recognize the face. Or "isn't it him? she muttered inwardly, while staring blankly into thin air.
• "It's him" she stated as he came closer to throw a wave over her eyes.
• He was the same man she had a one night stand with on the eve of her supposed wedding that never took place.
• "Scarlett?"
• "Yes, sir..."
• She cuts, remembering that it was her first day at work, and didn't want to create suspicion.
• But how could he not remember her?
• She adjusted her butt harshly, her skin perfectly wrapped in the black office gown she had worn to work.
• "Are you okay?"
• Raphael asked.
• He had now taken a keen interest in his new employee not because he could remember her, but because she was already depicting some strange behaviors.
• "I-I'm okay sir."
• She stammered, her gaze scrutinizing every fiber of his body.
• Raphael was a perfectly built masculine figure with poking biceps.
• His baritone voice was like nothing she had ever heard, and his face?, overtly charming.
• She watched him swing his office chair, drawing closer to a shelf. He pulled out a couple of files and placed them on the large table before them.
• On the table were also some of his office cards, a telephone, a laptop and a bunch of keys.
• "Alright. You'll work on these today." He said calmly.
• His blue charming eyes cast on her as he swung his chair back to pick more files from the shelf.
• "Then, you'll fix my schedules for tomorrow."
• He pulled another file making Scarlett pissed.
• He was being meticulous with giving her too much work right after pretending he couldn't recognize her and she hated it.
• "That's all for now, Miss Johnson. "
• Scarlett nodded emphatically, clasping her hands around the files.
• She paused again for a while, staring deep into his face to be sure she wasn't seeing double.
• "Mrs Johnson?" Raphael called out again for the third time, before she answered.
• "Is everything okay with you?"
• "Y-yes sir- I mean I was just- I'm sorry sir."
• She stammered, making her way to her office, and lost in complete confusion.
• For a moment she felt confused but she swore it was him.
• Her chest tightened the more she thought about it, "how dare he?"
• She howled, visibly angry that he didn't just ruin her life three years ago, he was now going to pretend like he didn't remember her.
• "How dare he!"
• She howled, shattering the files on the table.
• Her eyes drifted to his company card by her shelf which attempted to distract her.
• She shut her eyes immediately in rage. He looked hot and she wouldn't deny it, but that wasn't the reason she was there, infact, she felt she now had every reason to deal with him by submitting whatever information the GK3 needed.
• From what she knows about the GK3, they were political activists who secretly investigate whoever is or has interest in politics.
• Scarlett knows just this about them, and for the past two years she worked for them, it had been about the money, but just this once she was going to work for revenge.
• She pushed out a seat and sank into it, a lot going through her head.
• "Was she hallucinating?, she knew she wasn't.
• All she felt was rage and revenge.
• At 8pm that same day, a Taxi packed the lot of a mansion.
• Scarlett alighted quickly and made her way to the topest floor.
• Her perfectly built body was encased in a black leather pants and a jean jacket.
• Shortly she was at the GK3 office, to see the boss.
• The GK3 comprised three men, but Scarlett worked in close contact with Damian, the one they called the smaller boss of the three.
• The other two had equal ranks and she barely saw them.
• She tightened her face as she stepped into the apartment, wanting to avoid Damian's troubles.
• He was in his work area punching some keys into his keyboard.
• A glass of dark liquid and a pack of cigarettes aligned by the side of his mug, and the sweet voice of Alicia keys no one played in the background.
• Clearing his throat, he spoke first, "what is today's report?"
• "Albert Jobs is retired, and his son Rapheal is now the CEO of CODs Ventures. "
• "That's known news."
• Damian cuts harsly, expecting Scarlett to come up with something new.
• "It was over the top newspaper headlines when he retired two years ago, for guts sake!"
• Scarlett gulped, giving the day's report was something she hated the most, even more than the job itself.
• Damian's dark eyes would always be on her, making what she would call ridiculous comments.
• "The company makes a total revenue of fifty-seven million Canadian dollars in a year.
• They currently have a hundred and sixty seven staff and Albert Jobs is aspiring to take his political career to the next level."
• Damian arched his brows, lifting his body from the chair to meet Scarlett at the mention of next level. She could tell that was the main part he wanted to hear.
• She hated it whenever he did that.
• Damian was what she would call short and not good looking, and she considered it terror to always see him.
• "He has an ambition to be appointed a the minister and currently running for the chairman of-"
• She paused, raising and eyebrows to Damian, "There is no known trace of money laundering or-"
• "It's still your first day at work, Scarlett!"
• Damian interrupted.
• "I know you hate your job, but you must do it." He raised an eyebrow to her and took a few steps backwards, "And you must do it diligently."
• Scarlett nodded, "I think I love this particular job." She whispered to herself camly, flipping the paper to read the remaining things she had in there when Damian's voice sounded again, hitting her like a loud volt.
• "You must become more than a secretary to him."
• Damian declared, taking back his steps to go back to what he was doing.
• "What do you mean?"
• Scarlett asked, feeling a part of her chest tightened.
• The last thing she would want to do is render any form of help to Raphael, the man she believed was the cause of all her pain.
• "Seduce him, Scarlett. Make him fall for you!"