Page 15 of Surprise! I'm Engaged To My Boss
I was incapable of lying to my grandmother, but that wasn't even the case. I just didn't tell the truth.
It was different, wasn't it?
But if there was one thing I couldn't avoid, it was going back to work on Monday. It would be hard enough anyway, because facing that piece of shit Smith enjoying his new position that I got him would be pure torture. Now, everything would be much worse because of my recent adventure with the big boss Michael Turner himself.
Well, at least he never showed up in my sector.
“Girl, you won’t believe who was here!” That's how Layla, the intern, greeted me as soon as I arrived. “Our boss, the smoking hot Michael Turner.”
I found myself suddenly breathless at the news. What had that guy been doing in my sector? He never mixed with mortals.
“This has to be a joke...” I mumbled, sitting down in my chair.
She stood beside me, her dark brown eyes shining with excitement, like a teenager's.
Well, that's pretty much what she was, at nineteen years old.
“Everyone here was left in disbelief too,” she concluded.
“But what exactly did he come here to do?”
“I think he came to inspect the work, I don't know. It was strange because there were still five minutes left until the start of the workday, and there weren't many people here yet. He just arrived, greeted everyone, went from table to table looking at everything... Actually, yours was the table where he spent the longest time. He looked at your photo there, I think he thought you were pretty. How could he not, right? You're hot like that.”
She pointed to the picture frame on my desk, and I sighed in dismay. It was a picture of me hugging my grandmother.
He had certainly recognized me.
“Did he say anything?” I asked.
“No, he just looked at everything, then left. No one understood anything. All I know is that, for the love of God, the man is so handsome! You should’ve seen him!”
“Yes, I've seen him...” And I had done much more than just see it, in fact, but that was beside the point.
Layla looked at me, surprised.
“You have?”
“Ah... er ... he went to the party on Friday.”
“Really? I really wanted to go. It's absurd that the interns weren't invited. But hey, it's true! What are you doing here? Haven't you packed your things yet to free up the desk? You have your own office now, boss.”
I didn't actually...
“Victor Smith has his own office, not me.”
“What do you mean?”
I was going to tell her about what had happened. However, at that moment, the aforementioned guy arrived, giving orders and announcing that from that day on he would be in his own office, but that he’d still supervise our work. In the end, some minions went to congratulate him again, while I remained still, sitting in my chair, chewing over all my hatred.
“He's not qualified for that,” Layla said, leaning down to speak close to my ear.
I nodded in agreement.
“That's why he stole my work.”
It was supposed to be just a whisper, but I ended up speaking a bit louder than I meant to—loud enough for the people nearby to hear. That included VictorSmith, who looked straight at me and immediately stopped smiling.
“Did you say anything, Miss Collins?”
