Slave to my Billionaire Boss

Chapter 4

The next morning when Orlando entered his office he found that the desk of his assistant outside was still empty and he sighed. Maggie was losing her touch, he thought as he sat down behind his table. And then he looked at the table before him. It took him some time to realize that some one had taken the pains of organizing his files and then cleaning off his desk completely. And he could not believe that some one could even go through that clutter and then look at it in this way. Holy Heavens….. and then he smelled something different which he had not smelled since quite long.

There was a steaming cup of hot coffee on his table in his favourite mug. What had happened to Maggie today? Did she take some pill or something?

He picked up his receiver and then dialed Maggie’s extension only to find that the phone kept on ringing and no one picked up the call. He then dialed Jeff’s cabin and he picked on the second ring.

“Hey Jeff, have you seen Maggie?” asked Orlando without any pre-text.

“You know normally people start a conversation with a Good morning or hi or even a boring hello. But with you, everything needs to be direct and to the point,” said Jeff from the other end of the line.

“Look Jeff, some one has been in my office and everything is looking so different. I have no idea who is responsible. SO would please do me the favour of telling me where Maggie is?” asked Orlando as he seethed with dissatisfaction.

“No I have given Maggie a day’s leave for she told me that you have told her that as soon as your assistant joins for work she can take some rest. She is probably off to the salon and the spa and there is going to be no contact with her. Anyways I am glad that you have finally been able to fix on one assistant, for now I had thought that probably male candidates might be better. But I am happy for you,” said Jeff as he smiled and Orlando could very well understand that his CFO was making fun at his expense.

“I am in no mood of making fun at all Jeff. What assistant are you talking about?” asked Orlando with shock as he looked outside the glass enclosure of his office and found a familiar dark mahogany haired woman sitting at the desk and working with the files.

“I think you are losing your touch Orlando,” said Jeff as he hung up the call.

Orlando could not even understand what had happened after Maggie had gone home yesterday. But this much was sure that she had gotten him his assistant and he was more than enough glad to bring her to his cabin and find out what she had been up to.

He dialed the number on her desk and immediately Zenith picked up the call.

“Hell, Rothschild Group of Companies. Mr. Rothschild’s office,” was her response and Orlando felt that his name had never felt even sexier that when he was haring it in her voice.

“This is Orlando Rothschild. Can you come to my office now?” asked Orlando as she mumbled an incoherent yes, right away and hung up. He wanted this one but Orlando knew very well that he could not be daft and impatient with a woman like her. She was a strong creature whose defenses had to be crossed with tact and he was going to take his sweet time in doing that.

There was a knock on his door and he gestured her to come inside.

She came inside and stood before him with a pen and pad in her hand, the pen poised as if to take some message.

“Sit,” said Orlando, as he issued a command and she raised her brows at him.

“I am comfortable taking a message standing Sir,” said Zenith as she looked clearly at him with her green eyes. Orlando sipped in his coffee and found that the blend was absolutely perfect. He had struck a gold mine when it came to choosing his secretary this time.

“I am not going to give you any message. I need to clear some things with you and it might take some time. So when I am telling you to sit you need to do that without any question or statement on your part. Is that clear?” asked Orlando as Zenith took the seat and kept the pen and pad on her lap.

“Yes Mr. Rothschild,” she replied without breaking a sweat.

“Good. So did you clean my desk before I came in?” asked Orlando as she nodded saying yes.

“Why would you do that on the first day of your work?” asked Orlando with his brows raised and now leaning on the table with his hands on his surface.

“Mr. Rothschild, you have employed an assistant which means that you are probably aware that I am here to make your work life easier, more manageable and try and make it even better. So if that includes cleaning your desk of the clutter that you had made then that is included in my job as well. And I know how to do my job. I have been doing this quite well for the last five years and if you have some extra responsibilities that you want me to shoulder on then I shall be glad to be of any assistance,’ said Zenith as she raised her one brow at him, as if calling him out for a challenge.

“You do understand that the way you are talking to me falls under the category of insubordination, right?” asked Orlando as he rose from his chair.

“Ahhh!!! Then I have to disagree in that opinion of yours Sir. I am merely stating a point and defending myself. I have not uttered anything derogatory at all. But then I have a week for probation, if you want to fire me then I am going to be glad,” said Zenith as she turned to face him who had walked to this side of the table and was now stalking her like yesterday.

“Is that so Ms. Zenith Smith?” he asked in a low husky voice as he came and stood before her. Zenith could feel the heat emanating from his thighs and his body close to her knees. This man always exuded a raw sexuality and vitality which was very difficult to come to terms with.

“Unfortunately I must say that it is the truth Mr. Rothschild but people have different perceptions about truth as well. Because as you must be aware truth is always relative. In this case you would only say that you are trying to get to judge me better but if you look at it from my point of view then you are encroaching my personal space and trying to make me uncomfortable which comes under s****l harassment in workplace,” said Zenith as she smiled sweetly at Orlando.

This little minx was a tough nut, decided Orlando.

“Ms. Smith, don’t take me in the wrong way. You are extremely intelligent, beautiful and are sexy but you are not my type. And that is the reason that I chose you in the first place because I knew you would not be a distraction for me or even try to act like it ever. If I had wanted you sexually and believe me, I thought about it, but if I really wanted you then you would be underneath me pinned down, moaning and writhing and begging for more. But since you are still sitting here in one piece that can only mean that you are safe from the claws of the wolf,” said Orlando with a wolfish grin hanging from his lips.

“Is that why you have called me here Mr. Rothschild? To assure that I am safe from your advances and to boast about your s****l prowess?” asked Zenith as her expression changed to that of slight disgust.

“Of course not Zenith. You are my assistant and you are going to be with me for a considerable future while our first conversation was not at all up to the mark that does not mean that we cannot start off the next day on better terms. I wanted to ask you as well if you would like to make some changes in the package that you have been offered. We also offer our employees with attractive stock options and you can go through that if you want to,” said Orlando as his expression turned to normal, kind even.

“I am not interested in stock options Mr. Rothschild..” started Zenith as she started speaking but was abruptly cut off in the middle by her employer.

“You can call me Orlando or you can call me Sir, whichever you would prefer. But if we are to have the semblance of a working relationship and get everything right then we are supposed to make it work. And so you were telling that you are not interested in stock options. So what is your preference?” asked Orlando as Zenith stopped herself from sighing out loud.

“I wanted to know that if there is any way through which I could hold on to my apartment which I am currently paying rent for. I have redone it and I want to keep it like an investment for future. Is that possible?” asked Zenith, in a softer voice because she did not expect her boss to be of any help in the matter but there was no harm in asking right? After all, the one who seeks help only they receive it from the Lord.

“You want to invest in your apartment rather than stock options or jewellery or anything that other women like!!” said Orlando. There was a slight hint of surprise in his voice.

“I think that we have already established from our past conversation that I am unlike other women, so yes, I would like to invest in property rather than the other things which you just mentioned. Is that possible?” asked Zenith, a bit forcefully this time.

“We do provide our employees with a home loan at a much subsidized rate but most of them don’t opt for that so we don’t usually start with it. But yes, there is the option. If you want that I shall talk to Miranda, our HR to get it arranged for you. So how are you liking your new place?” asked Orlando as he perched on his table smirking at her. He knew that he had done it out of spite just to keep her under his thumbs and proximity so as to keep her at his beck and call.

“Actually Sir, I have not been able to find this place or apartment yet. Marguerite called me last night to join today, so I came from my own place itself. When she comes back tomorrow I am going to find this apartment and then shift this weekend. I promise you are not going to have any complaints regarding me wasting office hours. I shall be there after you leave office. So no issues regarding that,” said Zenith and Orlando nodded at her.

To be very honest, it had been quite long since he had been this impressed with a woman and he wanted to get a read of her better before he bedded her.

“Welcome to Rothschild Group of Comapanies Ms. Zenith Smith. I hope you remain with us for a very long time,” said Orlando as he shook her hands.