CHAPTER 3

Kimberly POV

Three hours later I was cursing every known god on the planet for the existence of the being called Kaleb Eustis.

Not only was the guy rude and arrogant, he was also a sadist. He gave me work alright and I wasn't complaining about it, bit he purposely kept calling me out to do meaningless chores so that I get delayed. For example, I've been working on compiling data in a recent merger, bit he constantly kept calling me in his cabin to fetch files for him which simply kept pilling up on his desk. Not to mention that the files he asked he asked for were kept in places too difficult to find.

"Ms brown".

And here we go again.

I gathered the files in my hand as soon the printer released the last page, stapled them together and put them into a file and took it with me as I entered his office.

He was sitting in his huge revolving chair with his legs popped on the desk. He was leaning back on his chair with his eyes closed and hair disheveled. He looked drained.

He opened his eyes as soon as I walked in and before he could utter a command, I spoke. " Here are the documents you requested I organise from the merger with Glasgow company". I held out the file for him to take but he stared at me for good ten seconds before taking the files from my hand and flipping through, I had doubts he even read a single line of the reports but he must have because he looked impressed by the time he'd flipped through the last page.

"Well done Ms brown, you've exceeded my expectations", he told me with a small smile that transformed his face from grenade to nuclear handsome.

"Does that mean I get to keep my job?", I asked sweetly.

"No". His smile disappeared and was replaced with his usual frown. "You would get to leave an hour early than the time I planned to send you home".

" Which was?"

"Midnight. Bring me that red diary from the coffee table".

Frowning, I went to the table and brought back the diary which looked like the smaller version of the Bible we got from school. I went to hand it over to him but he held it in my hand.

"That diary has all the names of my mistresses, arranged alphabetical. I-"

"Hold on....... mistresses?" As in plural.

"You have a problem?" He asked annoyed

"No sir".

"As I was saying arrange the names accordingly in weekly order and tell me the first name you come up with". His voice was firm.

"Anabella Brooks" I told him the first name.

"Scratch that out of the list, I've already drained her"

I looked up sharply at his last word. "Drained?"

For a second I saw an unknown expression pass through his eyes before they became expressionless and a smirk tilted his lips upward.

" I'm a very hard man to please. She drained herself trying to do so last night".

My hand tighted around the diary. How dare he disrespect a woman. "Mr Eustis". I grit out, surprised to find my voice still even. "Do you have any real work for me other than fetching files for you and sending bouceys for your mistresses?"

Right now I'm tempted to call Denlian and terminate the contract. I'm the best secretary this company has ever seen and the CEO is here treating me like his personal bell boy! Denlian and the entire staff of Bluebird respected me. They knew I could handle any project they threw my way. Here at Riverside I feel like my brain cells are about to commit suscide from the amount of boredom they suffered for the past few hours.

"You've been here barely a day, Ms brown, what makes you think I would trust you with a billion dollar assignment?" He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.

"With all due respect sir, Denlian he-"

"Do not bring Denlian into any conversation with me. Ever! You will remember to do so henceforth or I won't tolerate you in my office for another second". His word were sharp and with anger. Whatever it was between him and Dan it's been there for a very long time. However it was clearly one-sided, I've never seen Dan show anything but concern towards his brother.

"Understood, sir" with that I turned and left the room.

Lunch time passed without me having any lunch. I had a pile of data to finish compiling by 2:30pm.

"Ms brown".

"Yes sir?"

"What do you know about Trevina McKinley?" He asked

I thought back on what I heard about her while working at bluebird. "Sir, she's the newest celebrity interior designer, rose to fame In just five years and at the age of 26 considered one of the most promising talent. And also the daughter of the producer and film maker, Jason McKinley".

"Good. Hire her. I want her to design the new branch of our hotel that would open shortly at Babylon. Having her name connected with us will give us instant popularity".

"I'll get in contact with her as soon as I can".

"Ms brown, just remember that our competitors in this contract are.... Bluebird".

Holy hell.....come again?

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Trevina McKinley lived in the opposite direction to Riverside and at a distance of nearly two hours from my house. So once again, I had to get up at four in the morning despite getting home at 12:30am, dressed within seconds, have breakfast on the bus, reach McKinley office by 8:30am only to find out that I'll have to wait till 10:30am to meet her. Apparently, she isn't a morning person.

Sighing, I took a seat on one of the large couches laid out in the waiting room of the office building, a 4 storied mansion that also acted as her residence. To say it was posh was an understatement. This tiny building had all the luxuries in the world including including an expensive looking coffee machine on one and a fancy mini bar on the other side of the room, big enough to fit a thousand people. The couches felt like fluffy clouds when I leaned my back on them. I could definitely fall asleep in here if I'm not careful enough.

Getting up, I headed for the coffee machine, but the manual had me rethink my decision. Half the words were in Japanese or Chinese, and I had no idea what the other half that was written in English meant. Where was this manufactured, NASA?

"You need help with that?"

My back stiffened at the slightly husky and all too familiar voice. "Kieth?".