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His eyes were fixed towards my direction.

I quickly looked the other way wiping the already wiped tears, making sure there's no sign of my weakness left.

'Shit! Can he see me through these glass walls?' I questioned myself looking at him once again through the glass wall that was between us.

I really needed an answer to this question like right now. But I didn't get one.

How could you get one when you haven't asked someone!

Don't tell me that he just saw me crying! Please!

I was still worrying about one problem when another one startled me.

A buzzer rang in the room.

I looked everywhere to locate the source.

Soon my eyes landed on the desk in front of the chair I was sitting on. The desk had a weird thing from which the buzz was coming from and a red button was lighted which I was sure wasn't lighted before.

Here I was looking everywhere when the voice was coming right in front of me.

I think I've lost my one sense of hearing.

But then I can't blame my eardrums--- it's all because of his yelling. 

Okay it's not like he yells that much. My inner voice took his side. Lately my inner voice's been acting a bit weird. She's speaking a lot in Mr. Aaron's favor but this time I think she's right. I mean he only yelled when the first time I met him and I can't blame him I was really acting like a bitch, but since then he hasn't.  

It's not that he yell so much--- but he's rude.

How could he say all those mean things! No matter what but nobody should use such rude words.

'Was it your own or by cheating?' His words again came back to my mind, but this time the buzzer didn't let me think more about his words and I was glad about it.

I pressed the red button which was lighted, putting the buzzer to an end.

"Miss Williams, please come inside!" His voice came though the speakers.

Oh my god! Why is he calling me?

Oh, wait, I remember I'm his P.A now. That means I'm his servant and the master can call anytime.

I'm hating this job already!

He didn't say anything after that and I didn't even know how to reply him.

Damn weird buzzer!

I'm definate that he had seen me crying and that's why he has called me.

No, no. Don't be silly, young lady! He could've called you for some work. He told you earlier that when he'll need you he'll call you. So don't sweat over it.

I saw a small bathroom attached with my new office.

Wow! My own office and own bathroom. What a luxury! Guess being his P.A  has some perks too.  

I went in.

The atmosphere was delight, the basin and tiles were black and hygiene was great. 

I washed my face and fixed my appearance.

It's all happening because I cried. That's why I tell myself to never cry.

I swear if he had seen me crying  I'll lose my all remaining reputation--- which I doubt I had left any.

Crying is a thing I hate the most. I tend not to cry in front of anyone, espically a guy.

It's my belief then crying makes you weak and I hate being weak.

I'll cry in front of another girl, but in front of a guy--- no way, never.

I decided to move to my boss's room. It's been two minutes since he called me and depending on his behaviour, if it's angry one--- I think he can fire me for any small reason. 

Over the time I've seen his so many moods. I've seen stoic, angry and smerking expressions on him, but mostly he remains expressionless. 

He clearly is a crazy one.

I dont know what his current mood will be, so I better hurry up and hope for the best and one thing more--- please, God, tell me that he didn't see me crying.

Damn you, Ava!

I again cussed myself for crying. I shouldn't have cried but then the things he said to me were really painful. 

He told me that I don't deserve the spots I worked so hard for! How could he? But I won't blame him because no matter what, he's my boss and he's right in one way that my performance has really been bad in the last few months. So yes, I don't hate him for yelling at me and saying such mean things but that doesn't mean I adore him or anything like that.

He still is a jerk! And I shouldn't even think about too much because firstly, too much tension isn't good for me and can affect my Strength Training and secondly, I just don't want my work to interfere with my life this much.

Work is Work! Never let it play with your personal life. 

My dream job has never been a work for me. My life made my dreams part of my personal life.

I entered his room and to my surprise the atmosphere was quite peaceful.

No yelling, no smirking. My inner voice rolled her eyes stating 'I told you so'.

'Bitch, you got to be kidding me'.

Did you just call me bitch?, my inner voice clamored. 

'Whatever'.

Before I moved towards him. I eyed the whole glass wall between his and my new room. Surprisingly my room wasn't visible from his.

Does that mean he didn't see me crying?  

A part of me was a little relieved, but then I was not a hundred percent sure.  

There's always doubt. No one's ever hundred percent sure. 

I kept looking at the wall as if I'm from a glass company and checking the quality of glass.  

"Miss Williams, are you coming here or you're planning to stare at this wall all day." he said startling me. For once I thought there was no one in the room because he was extremely quiet.  

I looked up at him.

He didn't even look at me. He was on his chair and was sitting in front of his laptop. His eyes fixed on the screen and the screen was lighting up his face. He was really into something important. He had a frown on his face. It seemed like he needed help.

He looks so cute just like a lost puppy, my inner voice said dreamily.

'Stop it, girl!'. My inner voice's hormones are really getting out of control these days. I think she was better when her 'bitch mode' was activated. 

I started moving towards his desk, but my attention was still at the glass wall. I need to ask him.

You're going to ask him if he saw you crying?  my inner voice questioned.

'No you dumb head. No girl can ask such a question. I'm going to ask him if he can see my room from his?'

As far as I think he can't because right now I'm looking at these glass walls and I see nothing.

It's been a day since I met him, just a one damn day and there's so many questions he had left me worried about. What he really wanted to say in the elevator? Why he send me a personal e-mail? Did he see me crying?

Ugh! So many questions and I highly doubt he'll give me any kind of answers.

But he told you why he made you his personal assistant, my inner voice once again spoke in his favor.  

She was right he did tell me--- actually he didn't tell me, he gave a long, rude speech that resulted me breaking down in tears. It's been so long since I cried and I didn't realize that I'll be crying on something related to work.    

It's been only one day or so and I have to survive a whole month.

I need answers and I know that eventually I'll get them.

"Miss Williams, what is so fascinating about this glass wall that you just can't look at anything else." He looked up this time and stared at me with a frown.

I quickly moved and stood in front of his desk, "Sorry, Sir!"

He didn't say anything and again looked down at his laptop. I knew he was about to open his mouth to talk business but I just needed clarification.

"Sorry to interrupt you, Sir, but are these walls see-through? I mean can you look in my room?" I finally gathered enough courage and spitted out.

"What?" the frown on his face widened. "Miss Williams, you don't work at a glass company and as far as these walls are concerned--- yes, I can look in your room."

He pressed a button and my room started getting visible.

I ogled at the glass walls.  

"That means you saw me---" I was about to blurt out when I stopped. 

"Whatever you're talking about I'm not interested and I like to keep it in the mode where I don't see outside. You also have the same feature in your room. If you don't want to see my handsome face all day you can press this button in your room and you won't be able to see me." He said and showed his few white teeth when he chuckled slightly. 

That's why I was able to see him. Seems like he just like to stare at walls and the moment I return to my room I'm going to set my walls in the mode where I don't see him. At least I won't be worried about if he's looking or not.

"But if you can see me and I can see you too--- a-a-- doesn't it makes you a bit insecure. I mean there's no privacy." I said.

"Well, I can't see you in bathroom." he said raising his brows.

Jerk!

But anyways thank god that he didn't see me crying.   

"Miss Williams are you done with your enquiry. Can we move on to business?" he said.

"Sure, Sir." Even though I had a lot of questions but it's not appropriate to ask like this and he's desperate to talk business so let's just let the man speak.

"Are you aware about the clients from China?" he asked.

I quickly replied, "Yes, I know. I've been working on that deal and they are coming here tomorrow."

He slightly smiled.

"Why are you smiling?" I asked.

Should I even ask such questions from my boss? Let him do anything he wants too.

"I'm just surprised." he said and after a long pause he continued, "Okay, I've mailed you the letter. You have to proofread it."

Okay, that means I have to go grab my laptop. It's really frustrating when your work e-mail works only on your laptop.

I started moving.

"Where are you going? Do you need hours to proofread. Just read it here and e-mail me." he said.

"I need to grab my laptop."

"Don't you have a tablet with you?" he asked puzzled.

"Work mail only works on laptop." I said like 'duh! It's obvious'.

"What? Is there something wrong with your brain? You just need access password and it can run on all your devices." he said looking at laptop and doing something. "Done! You can now open it on your tablet."

Really?

I took out my tablet and opened mail. I logged in and it really did open.

I saw his new mail.

Seriously! Once again no subject. What's the deal with him. If he send me mail from someone else's ID I'm sure I'll know it's his mail because it will not have any subject.    

I opened the mail and asked him, "Why don't you put any subject?"

He looked up at me and asked puzzled, "Is it even important?"

"Yeah, it's important. More important when you're working in a company and have to send professional messages." I told him and he just nodded.

Did he even listened to me?

"Miss Williams! Do send me Mr. Jiang's e-mail address. I've been looking for it for so long." he said while his eyes stayed on the screen. He looked up and saw me standing and exclaimed looking down, "and yeah Miss Williams you can sit down on those couches--- I didn't have sex on them."

What the fuck? Does he even think before saying anything.

I didn't reply him and sat on the couch.

I proofread the mail and it was really nicely written, but still I added some things to make it look more better. After finishing it I mailed him.

"Done!" I announced getting up.

"You know I received the notification." he said.

I rolled my eyes and stood near his desk.

"So you changed the letter. You didn't like what I wrote?" he asked.

"I didn't change it completely. I really liked yours. I just added a few things."

He said his eyes still fixed on screen, "It's better!"

I smiled. It's nice getting appreciated.

I was about to ask him if I could leave but he frowned looking at the screen.

Now what?

"What should I even write in the subject?" he asked and said, "I don't think it's necessary."  

Looks like he did listen to my 'adding a subject' advice.

His frown deepened and I really wanted to just grab his laptop from him and type the damn subject.

"You can write---" I was about to tell him when I saw him clenching his fist into a ball.

Okay, he's going to smash it on the desk.

I quickly moved around the desk. Now I stood beside his chair. He looked at me but I leaned and started typing the subject.

"I can't even think of a suitable subject." he said and I, still in my leaning position, looked at him but his eyes were fixed on the screen.

He really looks cute when he's lost and worried.

My inner voice was right.

I restrained myself from smiling.

The loosen strand of my hair was really bothering me but I was busy with the laptop.

I tried to move it off of my face with my shoulders, with my hands were still glued to the keyboard.

I just completed typing when I felt a warm hand in my hair. The masculine hand touched my soft skin.

What is happening?

Mr. Aaron tucked the loosen strand.  

It felt weird when his fingers touched the back of my ear. My legs were numb due to the contact he just made. 

I quickly moved back and glared at him, "What was that?"

"It was bothering you and you were busy so I just tucked it back so it won't disturb you." he explained confusedly, his eyes fixed towards mine.

"Your hair are quite soft." he added with a slight smile.

Is he for real?

I frowned, "Please, Sir, don't do that again and it's done you can mail it to Mr. Jiang."

"Sorry." he apologized.

He's crazy! Why would he even touch my hair and then call it soft?

I started moving towards the door when he stopped me.

"Have you been crying, Miss Williams?" He asked as his eyes moved from his screen to me.

I froze to the ground for a moment, then I slowly turned to face him.

"Why would you ask that?" I asked with a  fake smile.

Shit! I knew he saw me.

Oh, God.    

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