Chapter 22

"Five minutes more" I kept on mumbling in my sleep.

"Fuck this damn alarm clock!

I've never been a morning person. Save being served breakfast in bed by my gullible victims, I made sure nothing disturbs my beauty sleep.

Why do I have to work? I almost cried

I kept rolling and ruffling the sheets, wrapping myself in it until I fell off the bed with a loud thud.

"Ouch! Aunt Laura" I yelled!

Going late to work isn't the major problem but how to untangle me and the duvet. I tried and finally, I made it.

Still plopped on the floor with eyes tightly closed, I raised my hands, searching for my phone on the bedside stool.

I opened my eyes a little to check the time.

"Holy shit"!

My eyes flew open and I honestly couldn't recall the direction I flung my phone. I quickly dashed to the bathroom to get ready for work!

Work!

Thankfully, I was able to meet up with the resumption time. My goodness! I heaved a sigh of relieve. The impression I wanted to give would have gone south should I have slept in a little more.

Remember the receptionist I met when I came for an interview? Oh! She gave me a warm welcome and it felt so good.

I had to wait a little while before the secretary beckoned to me. She informed me that she has been instructed to give me a tour around. Quite a chatty fellow, and within minutes, I learnt about almost all the hot gist going around at the office. Who is dating who, Who is best, but the most important one which probably must have slipped out of her mouth is that Masen has two offices in the building?

But the second location remains a mystery.

We came to the large room where my interview took place. The interior still remained the same. My eyes kept scanning the length and breadth of the vast room, my eyes caught a familiar picture on the wall, I narrowed my eyes and took an intense look at the painting. It was a beautiful painting. I knew I had seen the picture before but I couldn't place my hands where.

I tilted my head a little, gently nibbling and biting my lower lips while I tried recalling any memory of the painting but I was greeted with a wave and a pang of sharp pain as it hit me like a tornado causing the entire room to spin and whirl around me while I soon felt myself floating and suspended in the air.

I could barely get hold of myself. My sight became blurry and Immediately my legs grew weak; wobbling and too weak to carry my weight. I quickly grasped the edge of the long table to prevent me from falling. My breaths became unsteady and I knew I was a little away from hyperventilating.

Thankfully, my purse was with me. By now, Becca the secretary was beside me. Trying to steady me as she saw colours drain from my face and my whole demure looking like I was in pain.

Are you okay? She asked genuinely concerned.

"Yeah I'm fine. Women ish, I tend to be quite unsteady during my period, it comes in different forms for every woman". I managed to murmur with a faint smile.

Oh! she quietly uttered, obviously buying my lie.

I quickly ate my meds and I soon felt better. I brought out my memo and quickly inscribed the painting as one of the triggers along with others.

I looked at the list of things I had previously listed and I couldn't help but wonder why I'm close to losing it when I see these things or try to search my memory for their significances.

I begin to wonder if Dr Smith's hypothesis is right after all. Could I have blocked a part of my memory?

Truthfully most things I know as the truth do not add up. But then, It could be the fear within me. I'm probably scared of the unknown, of going up against powerful people.

I quickly discarded the idea of me juggling my memory as a child.

I went back to meet Becca who was relieved to see me fine. She told me that our boss that's Masen would arrive anytime soon.

I nodded and sat at the chair opposite to her.

Soon enough, the elevator dinged and voila! Like a Christmas present, Mason appears all shiny, dazzling and dashing. His Armani suit was impeccably neat and perfectly tailored, matching his muscular built and it suited his skin tone. His brown hair was gelled with a part pushed back to the right. He stood tall at about 6'1 or 6'2, he walked towards me with an air of dominance, compelling people into submission. I was surprised that such an aura could radiate from him. I guess being a CEO surely leaves a print on your aura.

Money and Power! My sweetest flavours!

Serve me anything made of both and I would gladly devour. My eyes were all shades of rainbow as I perceived the aura around him, what a man! Rich, sophisticated and creamed with power.

"Welcome Mr Maverick, your new PA is here" Becca announced to him, a little smile tugging at her lips while stretching out to hand him a cup of coffee, looks like a morning ritual to me. I guess I'd have to take over that soon. Ewww! I scourged inwardly.

"Uhm, I see you are happy to have a new colleague" Masen replied to Becca in a friendly tone.

I silently scoffed at that, come on Masen, this girl is so whipped for you. I doubt she cares that she has a new colleague.

"Let her in after 10 minutes, I need to settle in," He said or rather commanded and immediately strolled towards his office.

"Yes sir!" Becca responded beaming sheepishly.

Oh! Team Masen I guess! You know what I'm saying?

I guess Becca has a crush on Masen. Isn't she getting married soon?

I shook my head at Becca, despite looking matured, probably in her late twenties or early thirties, she seems like a teenager. Do you know that fantasy most secretaries have? I'm sure she must have read lots of such stories on Wattpad making her highly delusional.

We heard the intercom beep and I was dragged out of the gossip I was having with my mind.

"Okay sir, Yes sir, I'll be done in a moment sir, Yes, I'll send her in now."

"You can go in now"

"That was fast" I gave a funny face we both chuckled at that. Becca doesn't seem like a bad person but then, I'm not one to let my guards down a bit.

I elegantly walked into his office, the moment my eyes came in contact with the interior of the office, I almost squealed.

Damn it! The office was luxurious, classy and grand. The closest office setting to this was Dave's office. Only that Dave's office was too dramatic for my taste. I ignored the urge to help him out with the interior design as my aim wasn't to change or help him with anything but to milk him dry.

I fancifully eyed the office space while taking note of the luxury piece of furniture, estimating the total cost of setting such a luxury office. My eyes went towards his direction and I saw his eyes linger on my face and down to my body, stopping at my waist.

Oh, swoon already? Even better and easier for me!

How come I keep meeting rich perverts?

I softly cleared my throat and through gritted teeth I greeted him to bring him back to earth.

"Good Morning Mr Maverick"

"I'm Adelaide McCauley, your new personal assistant"

He gave me a slight nod as if approving or accepting my greeting. Well, I care less.

"I'm also grateful for extending my resumption date" at this point I knew I had to play my card well. I sent an email requesting two days extension to my resumption date and it was unbelievably granted.

"Nothing much was going on then, it wasn't a privilege," he said in a stern tone but his voice wavered at the end. I inwardly rolled my eyes at that statement. Trying to be bossy I see.

"Read this, it contains your job description, the rules and regulations expected to be followed by staff" He pushed the file lying lazily on his desk towards me.

I was about opening it before he stopped me and waved his hand, gesturing for me to get out of his office. Rude ass! I cursed in between breaths.

Do I really need to do this? I could just make this bastard fall into my hands like a puppet instead of going through this stress of being his PA. But then, I need the business experience. I sighed heavily and sulked a little as I made my way back to Becca's office.

I went back to meet Becca who showed me my office, a little distance away from Masen's office. I wondered the reason for the distance, I could only pity my feet as I imagined walking to and fro his office and mine.
I looked at the office and I wonder why he would gift such a tiny office space to me. It wasn't so luxurious but then I don't intend on spending a long till I can find a way to make my plans work out. I need Masen to find out I'm against the Emmerich.
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The newly recruited staffs were introduced at the general meeting as new staff members. I paid rapid attention to every detail. MM holdings isn't doing so bad despite the margin between them and Emmerich group. It nevertheless, has it's own areas of speciality where it dominates as a top tier company.

I was impressed with the standard of the staff, they seem professional and quite frankly, you could feel this quiet competition amongst them. Everybody seems to give in their best input.

A smart thing to do. Employ the best brains if you want to take over the best company.

Over the next few weeks, nothing worth mentioning happened. Of course we got more deals, I found out he changed The Emmerich's shipment with his. But then, all I see his a daring man. But I couldn't understand the beef he has with the Emmerich's.

I went about my duties diligently, I meant snooping around diligently, gathering as much information as I could.

I wasn't allowed to do much, but I won't allow Masen turn me into an errand girl, not with my qualification and intellect.

Being close to the CEO made me quite popular, not exactly because of that I guess, but my style and wardrobe choice made the ladies draw closer to me and that made me cringe. Urgh!

Everybody seem to give in their best input.

A monthly evaluation scheme was put in place and Mason made sure to drop some staff who failed to meet the company's target and demand. Well, Becca provided enough information to enable me to tread carefully.

I was beginning to enjoy working, having to do something productive for myself, making friends at the workplace, meeting targets even though I wasn't given too much to do. Getting and working for my own money, but I immediately uprooted the thought of enjoying work from my mind. It's not my thing.

I kept in touch with Keizy and Mason's Aunt while also getting set for her party.

Everything around me seem to be falling in place save for the grey haired man that moved in next to my house who doesn't seem like a cheerful man though. I could care less about him but was disappointed it wasn't a young man.

I'm a gold digger that hunts for young able-bodied men.

Everything was calm until one beautiful and bright Monday morning!

Authors Note***

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Where should I start? A lot has happened to me recently and my mental health deteriorated. It was hard even waking up hopeful every morning. I took a depression test and it came out positive. I was devasted but I had some amazing persons like me_myself_and_books and few friends who helped me through it all and now, I'm here again, starting afresh.

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