Chapter 4 How He Sees Her

• Pyotr
• I was just finishing getting ready for work. I slept a little longer than usual and lost my time, which was not common to me. I took a black tie from the closet and rushed into the living room. Today would be an extremely busy day, it was a bad day to be late.
• I was about to leave the house when I remembered the papers I needed to take, with a thousand curses running through my mind, I went back to the room to pick them up, putting the tie and my briefcase on the couch. As soon as I had everything I needed, I left the house hoping it wasn't one of the days when Mary decides to be late for revenge for the early morning call.
• I followed the traffic of Manhattan, wishing, not for the first time, to live closer to the Publishing company. That town was hellish!
• Luckily the traffic wasn't as bad as it could be and half an hour later, I was parking in my parking space at Navruz Publications.
• I waited patiently for the elevator to go up to the twenty-fifth floor, wondering if Mary would be late or not.
• Mary.
• At first, I was unsure about hiring her, but it wasn't like I could deny my boss this favor. In the end, that was a good decision — even if it wasn't mine — Mary, despite what I imagined, was not lazy or spoiled. She's smart, hardworking, impetuous, wild. Yes, she was also inexperienced and made a lot of mistakes because of it, but she was only at the beginning of her career and who doesn't make mistakes in these conditions? What matters is that she has always sought to fix them in the best possible way.
• "Good morning," I greeted Ms. Dawson, who was accommodated in her work job.
• She just smiled and cast me a funny look, as if she knew what was waiting for me.
• Mary's definitely planning something.
• The staff were still starting to arrive, so the movement on the floor was still low. I greeted some people I went through until I got to my office. Mary's desk was empty, but I could hear her voice coming from my office.
• “They say I'm really sexy, The boys they want to sex me. They always standing next to me, Always dancing next to me” I froze at the door when I saw her with her back to me tidying up my bookcase.
• She wore a white jumpsuit that highlighted every curve of her body. I tried to look away, but it became impossible, especially when she started ducking to get another book.
• Marianne was a beautiful woman, owner of a spectacular body in which I always struggled not to notice because it was my boss's daughter. But how could I maintain that resolution by noticing the mark of the little panties she seemed to be wearing underneath that outfit?
• What's she doing to me?!
• “Trying to feel my hump, hump, looking at my lump, lump... “ I leaned against the door stop,trying to dispel the inappropriate thoughts about my assistant that popped into my mind. I sure would love to feel that.
• At that moment she turned towards me, removing her headphones and blushing immediately. Seeing Mary with shame was not something routine, in fact she always seemed to be at ease with any subject and even when someone clearly tried to embarrass her she reacted naturally and resourcefully.
• I couldn't resist teasing her a little bit more when I noticed she wasn't looking into my eyes like she always did. I couldn't believe she was embarrassed. The proof of this was how she tried to change the subject and dodge as soon as I got closer.
• She managed to bewilder me momentarily by pointing out the absence of my tie. I remembered catching her in the morning. And I also remember leaving her on the couch. Maybe I didn't sleep as well as I thought.
• Mary tried to escape, but I couldn't stop myself from picking on you because of the coffee. I was sure she'd take revenge on me like that, but I wouldn't let her keep avoiding me. That scene moments ago would probably haunt me later, but for now, it was better to show her that there was nothing to worry about.
• She was extremely pleased to hear me call her by her nickname. I always polish myself not to call it that way, trying to keep our relationship as professional as possible.
• From the first moment I saw her, her beauty caught me, her long black hair perfectly framed a face that squandered beauty. Her well-designed mouth, always highlighted by lipstick, a delicate nose, seductive eyes and an almond skin completed the set.
• But I couldn't encourage that kind of admiration, not when she was the young daughter of the man to whom I owed all my professional success and who would probably end it in the blink of an eye if I imagined what was going on in my mind.
• I noticed an envelope on my desk, with my assistant's handwriting drawn there. I opened it immediately, taking care of myself reading while she wasn't coming back. She returned earlier than I expected, and instead of handing me the spoon, she took the whipped cream out of the coffee herself.
• "You can leave it, I can do it," I asked.
• "Too late," Mary offered me a dangerous smile before she took the whipped cream to her mouth.
• Great, one more image to torment me later.
• Why does she have to make it so difficult for me not to think of her that way?
• "You got dirty," I pointed out her dirty mouth, trying to change focus, Mary passed her finger in the corner of her mouth taking out the whipped cream accumulated there.
• "I don't know what your problem is with that," she put the finger in her mouth, smiling afterwards.
• My mind soon followed a path not very pure.
• Does she even know the effect it has on men?
• I was about to comment on the job and completely change the subject when Omar Navruz came into the room, catching us off guard.
• His eyes quickly assessed our situation, before focusing on his daughter. He did not seem pleased to find her there and made his opinion clear, causing her to leave the room before turning towards me.
• I hope he never knows the kind of thinking I was having about her moments ago.
• "Tell me Rozanov, how has Marianne been doing? "He narrowed his eyes.
• "She's been doing well, Mr. Navruz," "I put on my business mask.
• "Has she done her job properly? "He insisted," You know that you should treat her like an ordinary employee.”
• "She does everything I need efficiently," I said.
• "And exactly what kind of thing do you ask her to do? "The man asked with a dangerous glow in his gaze.
• "Taking care of my schedule, accompanying me to meetings, taking care of phone calls," I replied confused, "That sort of thing.”
• " Take care of your coffee? "He stared at me.
• "No, that…”
• "You know, Rozanov, my daughter has always been a lively girl. It was hard to see her at home on the weekends” He walked to my window, watching the view of the city “Nowadays it's hard for Allie to get her out of the house. Do you have any idea why this change is?”
• “Marianne is focused on her career, I think she wants to learn as much as she can while in this job.”
• Does he think I'm making her work too hard? He just ordered me to treat her like any other employee.
• "Is that what you think is happening? What kind of thing is she learning from you? "He turned to me with a shrewd look “How long do you think it's going to be before I figure out what I want to know, Rozanov?”
• I stared at him without knowing exactly what to answer. What exactly did I miss? Because I certainly missed something.
• The man didn't stay after that. As he left, she cast a distasteful look at her daughter, making her blush.
• I tried to cheer her up a little bit, but I thought I'd give her a little space. I locked myself in the office for the rest of the morning thinking about that awkward conversation with Mr. Navruz. He wouldn't know that sometimes I have dirty thoughts about his daughter, would he?
• My thoughts were interrupted by a call. I couldn't help but smile when I saw the picture of my mother emblazoned on the screen of the device. I missed home, despite only a few weeks since I last visited them. That occasion, however, was not happy. I reviewed my family, but I wish I hadn't come home because of my grandmother's funeral.
• She was always good to me, and although she was a little peculiar, I loved her.
• She was the first to support me when I decided to try life in the United States. My mother was afraid it wouldn't work out, but Dorateya didn't doubt my success for a second.
• While my mother appeared with bad omens and my sisters, especially the youngest, resented me not bringing them with me, my grandmother told me not to worry, follow my heart that I would find my destiny.
• In the end, just when I was hired by Navruz publications did my mother begin to believe that I really had a future here and stopped asking me to come back home. My sisters were also content with my absence when they realized that if I actually settled in New York they would have a new place to spend the holidays.
• Not that this had ever happened, the few times we saw each other, I'm the one who went back to Russia.
• I talked for a while with yulia, my younger sister, who wanted to know when she could finally visit me. She was dying to get to know the city, and I had promised that as soon as She got a permanent visa she could spend a few days with me, and that was close to happening.
• It would be nice to have my sister's company.