Janée woke up feeling like shit.
Classic.
Finally she could go to work and maybe she'd work overtime for more cash and to limit the time for thinking. Thinking is bad for her mental health.
Janée showered and did all the needful stuff and headed to work. She worked as a receptionist for a pretty successful company
The Valentine mood of yesterday definitely hadn't died down, the smell of chocolate filled the air and she could literally see the hearts floating around the office and out the glass doors separating her from the world, some pesticide would really come in handy.
She should work extra hours today, if someone couldn't get her chocolate she would get it herself.
"Hey Janée", she recognizes that voice, irritating voice just for details, "What is it Sasha", he looks at me with cheekiness evident in his eyes, I don't have the energy for his shit, "Why so harsh so early in the morning, or scratch that you're always like that, you're a receptionist, you should smile some more"
"You're not one to tell me how to do my job, you should go back to printing papers, or are you gonna screw that up", I said monotonously, again no energy for his shit.
"Rude and the head said I should rest and that's what I'm doing", he said like what he said is a universally known fact.
"Firstly, your very soft and puny for a guy and secondly, the reception is not a place for resting" "Soft? Puny? But the ladies love me so much", he said with a thoughtful expression on his stupid face,"That's besides the point".
To be fair Sasha was pretty handsome with blonde hair, green eyes and dimples which look like potholes in my eyes, perfectly geled hair, he was the guy who'd spend hours on his hair, and of course money.
He was the owner's grandson, useless grandson of I may add.
His grandad wanted him to do something with his life other than wasting money on girls and drinks. He's a clerk but the only thing he knows how to do is print papers, papers full of words he didn't type.
In conclusion the owner blessed us with his useless son's presence because even he was tired.
The shameless females here keep following him like flies on a dead rat, he loves the attention but he definitely isn't going to get mine.
"Janée, you look divine today", he says after finally leave me alone and sitting on chairs meant for humans who have purposes.
I responded with silence and no form of attention, "Janée, you look like an angel who fell from heaven and graced us with her presence, you smell like raspberries, is that your perfume or your natural scent, I can see you have a new phone case-" "SHUT. UP."
Annoying brat.
"Well sorry, just trying to compliment you", he said with a pout before leaving.
Good riddance
I huff and continue my work. Work is pretty soothing, I never noticed cause I always thought of it as an obstruction in spending time with Adrian, I have never been so wrong in my life.
I keep typing and feel a person walk past me, I don't bother to look up, I just glue my eyes to the screen cause if I look up and see Sasha I swear I might do something that'll kick me out of this place.
The air feels denser than usual, it seems thick, what the actual hell.
The placeusy just be stuffy, I look up from my screen to go open the window, that's when I see a certain someone...
...
That's when I see a certain someone, how did I not see him earlier, "Good day Mr. Ivanov."
Ok so, Mr Ivanov is Sasha's father aka the CEO of the freaking company, he has an air of dominance, with his wife back, well structured body (Can't be simping over a fifty year old man), he stood straight and his black hair thick and some strands of gray hair giving him that air of wisdom.
In conclusion, I don't think this man birthed Sasha.
"You seem quite preoccupied with work you didn't even know when I came in", he said with a slight smile, "My apologies", I said while bowing slightly, it cause of his stupid son, "Oh no worries, it shows your focused-" Focused my ass "- You can get back to work now, don't let me disturb you, I'm just waiting for a very important visitor"
"Oh ok sir", I say while going back to my desk. Now tell me how the hell I'm gonna concentrate when the literal CEO of the company was sitting right there.
My body saw that and saw it as an opportunity to fuck up.
Making mistakes while typing, disorganizing files, hell even picking up paper was a problem.
I was so gonna take a cold shower and punish my body cause of this, does it want me to lose my job.
After the thought of having a cold shower in the middle of February, my body started functioning properly, that's better.
After 10 minutes, my alarm went off, it was my lunch break. I don't have time for that, I've already fumbled up a bunch of things and now I have to fix them and do the work I was supposed to complete. Hell.
After some time some employees started to flood into the reception, typical, that was what they usually did during our lunch break, either to piss me off or just for 'vibes'.
The people flooded then stopped at the same time, they looked shocked.
Oh yeah the CEO was still there, they went back to their offices apart from Sasha of course, "Hey dad", he said cheerfully, it then dawned on sone people that Sasha was the CEO's son and some of them decided to stick around behind him.
"What is it?", said his Father with obvious scorn laced between his voice, "Oh nothing, I and my friends want to use the reception for our lunch break that's all, we'll not disturb you"
Mr Ivanov shot Sasha a cold look, Sasha seemed to be seemed to be used to it which is quite sad but his companions on the other hand were shaking in their boots.
"Is the reception meant for lunch breaks", he said as more of a statement than a repeat and that was Sasha and his companion's cue to leave.
I wish I had that kind of power, I'd be able to chase the annoying people in this office easily.
There were murmurs coming from the main office until they died down into nothing.
Finally solitude, what I've been looking for these past few days, I wish the CEO would be coming to the reception every freaking day.
I keep typing with nothing but joy in my heart, that was until the electronic sliding door slid open, I looked up to greet the visitor as usual but I stopped in my tracks.
What the hell is he doing here??? The fucker!!