Chapter 1 The Boss No One Could Deal With

Henry

"Can't you get something as little as this done?" I shouted as I glared, slamming the nonsense she had printed out for me in her face.

"I'm sorry." She said, her voice shaky.

I ignored the way she looked like she was about to faint. They always looked like that. A bunch of nerveless and lazy ladies. I wondered where Ava found them all from.

"Rather than focusing on being sorry, how avoid doing something right for a change?" I hissed at her.

"I'm sorry." She muttered.

I groaned, hating that she had repeated the words. How had she been able to pass through the selection and interview stage if she was as dumb as this? I needed to check the company recruitment process. It seemed like Ava was too lenient on the process.

"Get out of my office and get the right thing done." I hissed, rubbing my temple and hating why I had to keep dealing with the likes of her.

She nodded, turned and rushed towards the door.

"Hey," I called out.

It wasn't that I was trying to be rude by calling out to her like that but I didn't know her name. I stopped memorizing their names after the last two secretaries left.

What was the need for memorizing their names when they sucked at their jobs?

She turned back with a groan and her eyed were round with alarm as she looked at me. I ignored the terrified expression on her face, hating how she was making me feel like a monster. I hated how they always acted like I was going to eat them alive.

I snorted at her unnecessary reaction. I loved steak and not human flesh, regardless of how it was going to be served.

"Aren't you going to pack these papers on the floor?" I asked as I stared at her, my eyes darting to the offensive papers. "Am I to endure having a clumsy office till you get back?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

I let out a curse. "If you tell me that you are sorry one more time, I will fire your ass without minding how much I hate to get new secretaries and how stressful it is to keep training them."

She was about to say something but quickly clamped her mouth shut. I knew she was about to tell me that she was sorry again and rolled my eyes at how she was just about to fail the instruction I gave her seconds ago.

"I'm done packing the papers, sir."

I nodded, not looking at her as I continued typing on my laptop. "Leave and fix the errors you made. You have ten minutes."

She gasped. "I need ten more."

I hissed, pausing my fingers on the keyboard and raised my head slowly to stare at her. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Wouldn't that make it over an hour you've used on a single report?" I asked her.

She nodded. "It will but I need time to do it right."

"I'm afraid I don't have the time to waste. You've wasted enough of my time."

"I—"

I cut her short, unwilling to another of her excuses. "Get it done. You have eight minutes left."

She gulped and rushed out of the office. "I will be back."

I didn't reply, hoping that she would be back in time.

My phone rang and I picked it up. "What is it?" I barked at her.

"The minister requests a meeting with you."

"Put him on."

"Mr. Calloway," I heard the minister's deep voice through the phone.

"Good morning, senator." I smiled. "It's a pleasure to hear from you."

"It's a pleasure to call as well. I have good news for you. I've been able to secure a meeting with the foreign dignitaries for you."

I gasped, breathing in relief. My performance index had definitely risen. The stock prices were about to fly and I couldn't stop smiling.

"Thank you, senator." I breathed. "I can't thank you enough."

"You don't have to sweat too much. Since you said you were going to sponsor my next campaign, I will pull all the strings I can to make your business prosper."

"Noted."I said and disconnected the call.

I checked my time and scowled. She should be back by now. I was about to call her office when she burst through the office, breathing hard.

"Here, boss. I got it done." She breathed as she placed the files on my desk and stood before me.

She seemed proud of herself that I hoped she really got it done perfectly as I wanted. I needed to go through the reports soon, sign it and have it processed.

I winced as I checked the papers she had reprinted and glanced up at her. "You made over five errors which is only two less than the one you made earlier."

She sighed. "Maybe if I had had enough time, I would have been able to go through the words carefully and avoid the mistakes."

"Maybe if you had had a smarter brain in your skull, you would have been able to avoid errors." I snapped at her. "How long will it take you to adapt to work here?"

Her lips started shaking. "I'm trying my best."

"Your best isn't good enough." I hissed at her. "I don't pay you to try your best, I need you to do your best."

I inhaled and let out a frustrated breath. "Do it again. You have five minutes."

"I'm not." She cried. "I quit."

I sat there stunned even though I shouldn't be. I've had secretaries quit suddenly over the past few months that it shouldn't be a surprise to me anymore.

Before I could say anything, she turned and walked out of the office. I stared at her retreating figure with a groan. I wasn't about to be without a secretary. I couldn't afford to be without one.

The meeting with the foreign dignitaries had just been set up and I couldn't go there without a secretary. Even though she had been like a lousy secretary, it would have been better to go with her than not go without any secretary.

Going to that meeting without a secretary wasn't going to make me look professional.

I wasn't about to beg a lowly secretary to keep working for me though, not after she had insulted my pride by quitting before I fired her.

I picked my phone and called Ava's direct line.

"Are you asking me out for lunch?" She teased the moment she picked the call.

I snorted. "We both know you don't want to eat with me, cousin."

"Because you are a picky eater." She snorted. "Why do you call? During work hours."

"I need a secretary."

"You have one."

"She quit a minute ago."

"Not again." She groaned.

"We can both agree on that."

She snorted. "I think you enjoy changing secretaries since you love to frustrate them."

"You think I'm the problem?" I gasped. I couldn't believe her.

"Am I the problem then?"

"Why do you keep employing secretaries without a spine?"

She sighed. "There we go again. I think you should work without a secretary, Henry. You never could tolerate anyone anyways."

"I have a major deal coming up. I need a secretary."

She groaned. "I will send out a notice soon."

"Make it today."

"Yes, boss." She said and clicked off the call.

I sighed as I leaned into my chair, wishing that she found a secretary on time.

Chapter 2 A Flash of Terror

Henry

I smiled as I held her by the waist, staring down at her lips. I wanted to kiss her. The sun shone brightly on us and made her skin look radiant. She wore a flowing yellow dress and the wind blew gently on it. I wished that we were at a beach so the moment could feel more magical.

"You look beautiful." I said.

She laughed, the laughter sounding like music to me. "I've always been beautiful, Henry."

"You look more beautiful today, Rosanne." I said.

"Thank you, Henry."

"Can't wait to make you Rosanne Calloway." I breathed, kissing her briefly on the lips.

"I thought I told you I still wanted to be Rosanne Jasper for a while." She reminded me.

"I think Rosanne Calloway would suit you better." I insisted.

"Let's go have lunch." She said.

"Where do you want to eat?"

"I crave steak at our favorite restaurant."

I nodded. I didn't expect anything less from her. Rosanne liked to eat her lunch at expensive restaurants, have dinner dates at new restaurants all over the world and shop at regular intervals.

I didn't mind that. I didn't mind that she had expensive tastes, after all I had the money to cater to her needs. She had a beautiful face and perfect figure that I was always proud to have her on my arms.

It gladdened my heart anytime we were going out together and seeing the other men looking at me wishing that they were me. I had always had a competitive spirit and I loved that I was with a beautiful lady.

The first time I met Rosanne, I felt like she was made for me and didn't hesitate to ask her out. Others had always said that we were a good match and I loved hearing that.

"Let's go. Is that all what you want?"

"Maybe we can fly to Paris tonight?"

"I can't." I sighed. "I have a business meeting tonight."

"I'm bored." She whined.

"There are places you can visit here in Texas."

She snorted. "I don't."

I chuckled. She hated being in cars and visiting local places. She preferred international travels.

"I know a couple places here that you will like." I told her.

"If you can impress me, we will get married soon."

I chuckled. "That isn't a boost. We are getting married soon anyways. I already proposed to you and you already accepted the ring. You're only stopping me from making wedding plans because you are nervous."

"I accepted the ring because it is beautiful." She said, turning the finger the ring was on to check it out.

"Will you marry me right now if I promise you a more beautiful ring for our marriage?"

She mused for a while. "Maybe."

I snorted. "Maybe isn't an answer."

"You will get the answer later then."

"I guess I will have to force the answer out of you." I said, leaning forward to kiss her.

I went still as her face suddenly changed, filled with scars and blood running down from her skull. She had a fearful expression on her face and was crying.

I couldn't breathe and also couldn't let go of her. This wasn't how this memory had been. I had kissed her that day and we had gone for lunch afterwards.

A strangled so escaped my throat as I realized that I was having another nightmare again.

I groaned as I sat up in bed suddenly, gasping for breath and hissing that I had had another nightmare, one formed from my memory with Rosanne.

At this rate, I was going to hate every moment with Rosanne if they keep morphing to nightmares in my head.

I got up from bed, crying as I went to the shower to get ready for work. That was what always happened anytime I have a nightmare about Rosanne.

I wouldn't be able to stop crying after that. I doubted if I could ever stop blaming myself for Rosanne's death.

"I'm sorry." I sobbed, repeating over and over again. "I'm sorry, Rosanne. I'm sorry, love."

My alarm blared loudly, reminding me that I needed to stop crying and get my ass to work.

"Good morning, Mr. Calloway." One of the employees greeted as I walked in.

I snorted and ignored her.

"Good morning, Mr. Calloway." Another greeted as he walked past me.

I couldn't take it anymore when the fifth person wished me a good morning. I wondered how many greetings I would have to endure before I get to my office.

"What is good about the morning?" I snapped at the unlucky employee I was going to unleash all my fury on. "You all wish the morning would be good and that is why you all make errors in your duties. I pay you all to work and not assume the mornings would be good." I hissed and started walking away.

"The beast is back."

"Is he grumpy because of the secretary who left yesterday?"

"When was he never grumpy?"

"Can you blame the poor girl for leaving?"

"Anyone who lasts a day with him tried their best."

I tuned out their gossip and walked off quickly to my office. I called Ava's office directly the moment I got there.

"I need you in my office." I said the moment I knew she had picked up.

"Good morning to you too, Henry." She huffed as she walked into my office.

"Not you too." I groaned.

"What is the problem?" She sighed as she settled into one of the chairs opposite mine.

"My morning already got ruined so don't wish me a good one. It's making me cranky."

She laughed. "When were you not ever cranky?"

"Don't," I warned, leveling her with a gaze.

She sighed and shifted forward in the seat. "Are you still having nightmares about Rosanne?"

I winced. "I am. I think it's getting worse." I confided in her.

She sighed. "I think you need therapy."

I scowled at the idea. "I don't need therapy. I will be fine."

She scoffed. "That is what you keep saying but you keep on getting worse. It's been years before Rosanne's death and you still find it difficult to move on. You even suffered a personality change and you think you don't think therapy."

"How about the plans to get me a new secretary?" I asked, unwilling to talk about therapy.

I was only heartbroken and grieving. I wasn't suffering from any mental disorder and didn't need a therapist. I didn't need someone to start poking me into my head and thoughts and telling me assumptions about me without because they had a certificate.

She sighed. "I made the notice yesterday. I tried to get someone from any of the departments to help you out for a while but no one volunteered, not even with a promise to pay them twice their salaries for every day that they worked for you."

"I don't need to know of your failed attempts. When am I getting a new secretary?"

She sighed. "You are still as grumpy as ever. The interview is tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"Are you shocked? You said you needed a secretary urgently. I'm surprised that anyone even applied for the job. I suppose you aren't as popular as I thought."

"Get me a smart secretary this time."

She narrowed her eyes at me and didn't say anything.

Chapter 3 The Girl With the Burdens

Samantha

I was nervous and couldn't stop swallowing the saliva that kept pooling in my mouth. I had to do this. I had to. This might be my only chance.

It hadn't been easy to get a job and I was already thinking of giving up and going back home to stay with my mother even though that would be a suicide move.

I was better off being alone in my apartment broke and hungry than live with my mother and be well fed and tormented.

"I can do this. Yes, Samantha. You can do this." I said to myself as I stood before the mirror, practicing my confident smile.

I wasn't going to lose this job. I was going to give it all it took. After applying for countless jobs and getting multiple rejections, I had found the notice that an executive secretary was needed for the CEO of Calloway Games Software Corporation while I was reading my last rejection mail and had decided to apply.

I stepped out of the house and raised my head up as I walked towards the main road and hopeful that I was going to be employed.

I got to the company and breathed in awe as I walked in. It was a huge building and beautiful. I wondered how the interior would be if the exterior could be like this. I knew at that moment that it would be a delight to work here.

My life was boring and sad and I felt like coming to work here everyday was going to force me to look forward to another day.

I spotted the receptionist and walked towards her. "Good morning, ma'am."

She raised her head from her computer screen and smiled at me. "Good morning, Miss. How may I help you?"

"I'm Samantha Woodbrig. I was scheduled for an interview today."

The smile slipped off her face and a pitiful look crossed her eyes. The look was gone quickly and the smile was back on her face that I wondered if I had imagined the strange look.

I convinced myself that I had imagined the look. What was pitiful about having an interview?

"Come with me, Miss Woodbrig." She said, stepping out from behind her desk and started walking towards the elevator.

She led me to the last floor and pointed at a door. "That way. I wish you luck." She said and walked away before I could reply.

I knocked on the door and opened it when I heard the command to go in. I stepped in and was surprised to find that there were only two applicants in the waiting room.

It was a shock as I expected that a vacancy from a company as large as this would have numerous applicants from all parts of the city.

I checked my time to see if they were running late and sighed as I realized that they weren't much time left. We had been told that we all had to be here by nine and there was only two minutes left before nine. If anyone was going to come, I think they would have come already. I could barely sleep last night when I realized that I had been selected for the interview.

I found it impossible that anyone would be coming for this interview and be late. Maybe it was just the three of us here that got shortlisted.

I shrugged as a thought came to my mind and comforted me.

What had I been expecting? It was a major company and their selection process would have been strict. I was glad that I had been qualified to make the cut.

At exactly one, a woman came out and escorted us all inside. I was relieved that it was going to be a group interview. No one would realize that I wasn't as confident as I pretended to be.

The interview ended thirty minutes later and I was dazed as I walked out of the office. She hadn't even asked common interview question that I had prepared for.

She had asked how patient we were, what our personalities were like, how determined we were to work, how prone we were to anger and if we were ready to sign a non-disclosure agreement form if we got the job.

I shook my head as I made my way out of the office, wondering why the interview had been weird.

I shrugged off my odd concerns, certain that the HR had asked that because the company needed our work ethics more than skills. They could always teach new employees they needed for their roles but personalities couldn't be taught.

That had to be it. I smiled, amazed at myself by how smart I am.

My phone rang as I walked out of the company and I scowled as I saw the caller ID. She was the last person I wanted to talk to but I had to do that. She wouldn't stop blowing my phone up if I kept on rejecting her calls.

"Hello, mum." I sighed into the phone.

She snorted. "You can at least pretend to be excited to talk to your mother."

"I'm tired, mum." I said, hoping she would get the hint and end the call.

She snorted. "How can a jobless lady be unemployed?"

"I am going to get a job soon." I snapped at her.

"I hope you do." She snorted. "You can't even get married to save your skin. You definitely have to get a job to survive. No man can love you. What a waste of that beautiful face if you can't even get married to an average man to save the two of us from poverty."

I blinked and pushed the tears back. There she goes again, poking my heart and ripping it open. It was bad enough that I had endured all those hurtful words while I was growing up and living with her.

I hated that I still had to endure them even when I had left home. I hated that she still had hold over me, as if her words hadn't done enough damage to me.

"I need to go, mum." I said before I started crying out here in public.

"Get that job soon, daughter. You need to pay the debts I got to raise you up."

I sighed as I ended the call without giving her a response. I couldn't wait to get a job and be free from her.

She was the biggest thorn in my life, asides the secret I bore in my heart that no one must know of.

Chapter 4 The Meeting

Henry

I scowled as I scanned through the list of the candidates, wishing I didn't have to do this but I needed a secretary.

I sighed, rubbing my forehead in annoyance when I noticed how the candidates had buttered themselves up and optimized their profiles.

Masters' Degree. Good handwriting. Observation skills. Communication and Relational Ethics.

I snorted as I dropped the file on the desk, disgusted with what I had read so far. Of what good was their college and personal qualifications if they always gave up and resigned barely two months after working for me? The major qualifications they needed to work for me were patience, intelligence and a fast response to duties but none of them had listed it.

"Is there a problem?" Ava, the head of the HR department and my cousin, asked me.

She glanced at the file I had dropped on the desk and back at me. She sighed, already convinced that she wasn't going to like what I was going to say and that was right.

"Are these all those you interviewed?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yes. It's left for us to send the employment mail to the selected candidate. Which of them would you like to work for you? Would you like to see their interview records so you can make a choice?"

I narrowed my eyes at her. "Why do I have to make a choice? I didn't have to do that in the past. Just pick one of them that you think is more suitable to be my secretary and have her start tomorrow."

She smiled as she shook her head at me, clearly not intimidated by my attitude. "I'm afraid that can't work, sir."

"Why?"

"I think you keep changing secretaries because you didn't choose them. I believe you might be able to tolerate them if you choose and like them from the beginning."

"I'm not meant to like my secretaries." I reminded her.

"You aren't meant to make them hate you as well. Don't you know why they call you the beast?"

"It's not my fault they are sloppy with their work and can't tolerate a boss who challenges them to do better."

She sighed. "We can't keep sending job adverts every month because of you. News travel fast in the industry and very soon, no one might want to apply to be your secretary. Can you be less challenging?"

"What do you mean by job adverts every month?" I asked, clearly ignoring her questions about me being less challenging. "I've only had four secretaries so far this year."

She snorted. "You've had six, Henry and that is for this year alone. We haven't counted the ones you've had in the previous years. It's going to be a new year soon. Can we both work on not having to employ another secretary for you before the end of the year?"

I scoffed at her. "You make it sound like they all resigned because of me."

"You make it sound like none of this is your fault. Sometimes, I can't blame them for leaving at times. I can't imagine how anyone can deal with your arrogance for long and not go insane."

I rolled my eyes at her. "Are we going to stay here and keep passing blame on why my secretaries have been resigning or we are going to get another one for me so we can get some work done in this office?"

"Make a bet with me."

"A bet?" I said, arching my eyebrows at her for her unusual request.

"You have to make sure that your new secretary wouldn't resign abruptly like the others have done. If she decides to leave before a year, you have to part with ten percent of your shares."

"That's not fair." I hissed.

I was still going to have more shares that she did if I gave her ten percent of mine but I didn't think I was ready to part with any of it.

"What is not fair is you making me do interviews everytime." She fired back. "I am also as busy as you are, you know?"

I nodded. "Do we have to bet on that?"

"Then I guess you are willing to admit that your secretaries have been leaving because of your nasty attitude if you aren't confident enough make the bet."

I scowled, sensing the challenge in her words. "Fine. I will prove to you that I can make her stay for long without resigning. In return, you have to part with five percent of your shares."

"Deal." She said with a smile, clearly confident that she was going to win the bet.

"Deal. Now get me a good secretary. I have a lot of work to deal with."

"I will tell one of my team members to send the mail to the preferred candidate as soon as I get back to the office. Prepare to meet her tomorrow."

"Tomorrow is too late. I should have met her yesterday." I reminded her, picking one of the contracts on my desk that I needed to go over, something a secretary could have done for me.

She smiled as she walked out of the office without looking back.

The next day, I walked into the office and stopped dead in my tracks at the sight that I saw, sitting right in the secretary's office.

Rosanne?

I blinked, shaking my head gently and reminded myself to be rational. This couldn't be Rosanne.

Rosanne was dead and I couldn't afford to be hallucinating right now. I blinked repeatedly till I was convinced who I was staring at was a live human and not a ghost.

"Who are you?" I asked, the question coming out as a growl and harsher than I intended.

The lady blinked and jumped to her feet. "Good morning. I am Samantha Woodbrig."

I snorted. "I didn't ask to know if the morning is good. What are you doing in my office?"

She swallowed, looking rattled which was the exact effect I had on people. "I'm your new secretary. I was told to sit here and wait for you in this office when I came." She said, her voice shaking.

She winced as she heard how she sounded. I smiled at her, hoping to calm her down as I remembered the bet I had with Ava. I was shocked when her eyes widened and she went stiff.

"Are you ready to work?" I asked, ignoring her weird reaction.

I wondered if she had heard of my reputation as a beast and that was why she had been shocked when I smiled at her. I made a mental note not to smile at her anymore.

We got to my office and I gave her a briefing on what she had to do. I knew Ava would have given her a general briefing on her job responsibilities but if she had to work for me, she had to know how I worked.

"Are you clear?" I asked.

"Yes, sir." She nodded and stuttered.

"You can leave." I said and waved her off, annoyed at how nervous she was.

She nodded and turned to leave the office. She missed her footing just before she got to door and almost fell down.

I groaned with despair as I watched her scramble for balance, afraid already that I was going to lose the bet.

Chapter 5 Working for the Beast

Samantha

Waking up on a Monday was a chore to me. I hated the honking of cars on Texas busiest street, or the shrill and annoying cry of the alarm that I had forgotten to turn off from the previous night. I no longer needed the alarm to wake up.

Knowing my boss who acted as if he hated his bed would be mad at me even if I was late for only a minute forced me to jump off the bed every work day before it was fully dawn.

How I survived the day with the stress working for him brought me with the drastic amount of sleep I got every night was a wonder to me.

I sighed, knowing it wasn't much of a wonder if I allowed myself to be honest. I had a huge pile of debts, a mother who wouldn't stop breathing on my neck and reminding me of how broke she was because she had spent all her youth taking care of me.

As if I asked to be born.

I needed to be financially stable and until I got myself the life of freedom that I was desired, I wasn't going to give up. I was going to endure everything Henry threw at me.

I hated my job. I hated my boss. I hated everything about walking into the glassy skyscraper building of Calloway Games Software Corporation but I had no choice.

I couldn't believe I had once been happy about working here. I couldn't believe it had only been a week that I had been working for Henry and I was already miserable.

Looking back, I remembered the pitiful look in the receptionist's eyes and the weird questions the human resource executive had asked us the day of the interview. I understood everything perfectly now.

I shouldn't have given myself useless hope that day. I hated myself for doing that. I should have known that I had poor luck and it wasn't favour shining on me when I had gotten employed.

What a fool I had been!

I had danced all around my apartment when I had gotten my employment letter in my mailbox, thinking I was the luckiest bitch in the world.

Now I knew better. I was the unluckiest bitch in the world and had delivered myself like a stupid mule into Henry's claws.

I straightened on the bed and reached out to my phone that was beside the bedside lamp to check the messages that had been posted during the weekend on employees' secret online group.

I had been added to the group the second day after I started work at the company and had learnt of how others who had been in my position had never lasted long. At that time, I didn't need the information as my first day with Henry had been stressful enough and told me everything I was to know of my future with him.

I doubled as his secretary and personal assistant, and that was no easy task. I had been so busy all through the week that I had spent my weekend sleeping and never opened the group to know what had gone on in the company.

I sighed as I scrolled through the messages. The impatient shrew had just fired someone without a tangible reason. The rest of us stayed and endured his arrogance because… Well, I would never deny that he paid a fat check. That was one of the reasons I had prayed hard to get the job and had been excited when I did.

I couldn't wait for the month to be over so I could get my first salary.

From what I had heard so far about Henry, he took great care of his workers financially, but the same couldn’t be said about him respecting them.

I ran my eyes over the screen, quickly checking my schedule and his for the day. I had nothing serious to do and I hoped that this week wouldn't be as stressful as the previous week had been.

Henry was a picky boss with specific demands and I convinced myself that was why he had been strict and harsh with his demands the previous week because it was my first week and I needed to be trained on how to be his proper assistant.

Now that I had gotten the hang of all what he had told me last week, I hoped that this week wouldn't be terrible as everyone said.

I snorted, hating myself for being annoyingly hopeful.

I gasped as I saw that it was five already. I needed to start getting ready now if I wanted beat the traffic and make it to the office by seven.

I was about to get out of bed, and rush towards the bathroom when my phone rang. Henry was calling. My heart began to race as I thought of the smooth baritone that would ring deeply in my ears. He had a nice voice but it did nothing more to me than piss me off and probably increase my blood pressure.

I was surprised that he was calling me and that it was at a time this early. No one had told me that he had the right to call me at odd hours and I hoped he wasn't about to tell me that I needed to start working outside office hours.

It was bad enough that I worked overtime already, I didn't want to start reporting for duty before seven in the morning. Even that time was too early for me. I envied my friends who got to work by nine for not being unlucky as I was and getting a boss who desired to work himself to the grave as early as he could.

"Boss," I said when I pressed the phone to my ears, having learnt early that he hated others to wish him a good morning.

"Do you have decent clothes in your wardrobe?" He asked without any preamble.

I masked my annoyance at how rude he was. Decent clothes in my wardrobe? Could someone be any rude than that? Had I been wearing rags to the office over the past one week?

"I should." I swallowed and sighed, reigning in my anger.

"I hope that is the truth. I have an early meeting this morning by eight and you have to be there as my secretary so there is no need to go to the office. I will send a driver to pick you up thirty minutes before eight. Dress well, assistant, I'm meeting big investors. I hope you know what I mean by that."

"My name is Samantha."

He snorted. "I don't have to know your name. All I need you to do is to do your job." He said and ended the call.

I wanted to scream as I threw my phone on the bed, hating him more than I already did. I didn't think that it was possible for me to hate him more but he kept breaking past the limit.

I comforted myself with the thought that I got to sleep for one more hour before I had to go to work.