Page 17 of Surprise! I'm Engaged To My Boss
Michael Turner didn’t exactly have a room. It was actually an entire floor, filled with luxurious furniture and glass walls that offered panoramic views of Los Angeles.
We walked until we stopped next to the large mahogany table, where the boss turned to face us.
“About the condominium project...” Turner began to speak, still standing, his eyes scanning the distance, as if he were thinking about what he would say.
Smith was quick to interrupt him.
“I don't know exactly what you heard, Mr. Turner, but this girl is trying to harm me.”
“I've heard enough, Victor. Plagiarizing a colleague's project is rather despicable, to say the least.”
I felt my jaw drop, because that was something I really didn't expect to hear.
Was he on my side then?
“Sir...” Smith insisted. “There was no plagiarism whatsoever. The project she claims to have done was in fact completely supervised by me, and...”
Michael didn’t allow him to continue, “You know, I've been looking at the portfolio and other projects done by...” he looked me in the eyes in a way that mademy legs feel like they were turning to jelly. “Camila Collins, right?”
It was Camila Collins, yes... But that wonderful man could call me by whatever name he wanted, and...
My God, Camila, focus!
“Yes,” was all I could answer.
“So, Collins...” he continued. The sound of my name said in his voice sent shivers through my body. “I looked at your portfolio, and your projects are sensational. I really don't understand how you've been here at the company for so long, holding the same position.”
Maybe because both he, who had taken over the company a few months earlier when his brother, the previous CEO, took over when their father died, and his father, who was still working here when I started, didn't value their employees properly. But I thought it best not to respond. I wanted to see how far this praise session would go.
He looked back at Smith and declared, as if it were no big deal:
“Your promotion has been rescinded. You will return to your previous position. Please remove your things from the room, because Miss Collins will be taking your place.”
I felt like my jaw was about to drop to the floor again, and for a few seconds I wondered if I was having some kind of hallucination. Maybe the alcohol I had consumed so many days ago was still having an effect on my senses, because it was completely surreal.
I had gone into that office certain that I would be fired, and now I would leave promoted?
Well... what was the surprise? I had gone to a luxurious hotel on Friday night for a company party, and I left there deflowered, drunk and with a beaded ring on my finger. I was already living proof that things don't always end the way we expect.
It was just surprising that, this time, the change of plans was for the better.
Smith also seemed surprised, but unlike me, he was in a negative state of surprise. He tried to argue with the boss, but I couldn't even pay attention to the discussion because I was still going over in my mind the news I had just received.
I had been promoted.
Promoted!
A better position, my own office, a salary almost double what I was earning before... All this without any catch.
Hey, wait... What ifthere wasa catch?
I had slept with the boss, that fact was not to be ignored. And now he was promoting me. Was it really because of my competence, or just as a form of 'payment' for the sexual services rendered?
Or, worse, what if it was in exchange for some kind of blackmail? So that I wouldn't tell anyone about our night together, or so that I would have sex with him again. So that I would become his little sex toy between one business meeting and another.
Oh no! I’d never accept that. Even though he was gorgeous as hell and had a really nice ass. I had principles, I was an ethical professional, I would never accept something like that!
I was already getting angry at that thought alone, but I remained there quietly, waiting until Smith left and Michael Turner finally turned to me to say what was on his mind.
