CEO's Personal Secretary

Climbing Fourteen Floors? Oh, Lord!

"You want me to do what?" I asked in shock and he tilted his face to the side. His midnight eyes were looking at me, like darkness looks at light, to swallow it whole.

"I seriously think, Miss Wilson. You should get your ears checked. I am tired of repeating things again and again for you. I want you to get me a file from Building— C-4. It would be in the fourth shelf, fourteenth floor."

"But aren't all the business related file kept in building B—5? I thought that building was deserted. Useless." I said and he smiled. Mr. Atticus smile twice today and it feels like something really bad was waiting for me.

"That's the thing, Miss Wilson. People often think that old means useless. Something that has no value but that's the reason, people like you aren't the boss."

"Then, O great achiever, care to tell me what's so important about an old, almost broken building?" I asked dramatically and he glared at me but answered me nonetheless.

"One, who would think that my illegal records can be stored in a deserted building. Like, Miss Wilson, you will search for gold in the locker, in the safe, inside the bed but not in the dustbin. My secrets are the key of success for other people. Can't have them in the lockers now, right?" He said and I opened my mouth to speak something but closed it back. Oh, he had left me with no words.

Only he can think of hiding gold in the dustbin.

"So, next time I ask Daisy to clean your dustbin, should I be looking for gold in it?" I asked him and he again glared at me, making me bit my lips to keep myself from laughing. His reactions are too funny.

"Probably you should, Miss Wilson. Maybe you can find your termination letter in the dustbin?" I rolled my eyes at his words. Ha ha, very original.

"And what's the second reason, you have such important files in that building? Other than the theory you just explained me?"

"Second reason is that the building has no lift or elevator. One need to take the stairs. And I don't think any thief would climb fourteen floors to get the information out of me. Besides twelve floors are completely empty." He said proudly and I nodded my head before his words registered in my mind.

No elevator. No elevator! f*****g hell!

"Wait, what?" I asked him and he chuckled, shaking his head.

"You're a little slow, aren't you? You only realised now that you might have to climb fourteen floors manually, no? Now you know why I was asking you to get rid of those shitty things? But hey, my distractions shouldn't be your concern." He said, feigning innocence and my insides were burning with range.

"You basta...."

"Complete that word and I'll have you feel my crocodiles faster than you can think." He threatened me and I clamped my mouth shut.

"You're doing this deliberately!"

"Of course not, Miss Wilson. I am trusting you with my biggest secret. A secret that can ruin me. It's a good news. Why are you angry then, Miss Wilson?" He asked me, smiling like a kid who got the candy, he wanted for so long.

"I am not angry, Mr. Atticus. No, not at all. Why would I be angry? It's not like you're making me climb fourteen floors against my own will or threatening me with your probably non-existent crocodiles." I hissed out, stomping out of his office and took a deep breath in.

When Mr. Atticus said that I would have to run. I thought he meant, run to get his files faster and his coffee more hotter. What I didn't knew was, his plans on turning me into an amputee.

He literally wanted me to run to the fourteenth floor of his second building to get him some very important file and papers. And the thing was, the building had no lift, no elevator, no accelerator. Nothing!

By the time I got back to Mr. Atticus with the file he wanted, I would barely stand on my feet. My legs ached, my feet hurt and I could no longer stand in those heels. My heels hurt.

"Um, I think there's another file too, Miss Wilson. This is only the first half of it. Can you collect it for me, urgently?" He asked me and my eyes widened. My erratic breathing was yet to get normal and he wanted me to make a run into that building again, climb fourteen floors and get him the second half of the file, he forgot to tell me.

"Again?" I cried out and he looked up from his laptop and a very cruel smile formed on his face and anger inside me twisted like a storm.

"Is there a problem, Miss Wilson? It's just a file. I am sure you can manage to search it in the library." He said innocently and I smiled bitterly at him.

"Of course not, Mr. Atticus. It won't be a problem. But let me know now if there's even a third half of this file. Then I'll search for that too." I gritted out and he rose his brows, shaking his head.

"No, Miss Wilson. There's no third half of this file. And get it quick, okay? Then you need to meet with the event manager and get started with the decorations, okay?" He said and I pursed my lips, nodding my head.

"Sure thing, Mr. Atticus."

"Good then. Get to work now." No, Mr. Atticus. Get back to leg exercise now.

I looked at the building with horror and took a deep breath in. This is it. This is your real job, Bellarosa. The real struggle to earn money. This is the reason, you're still staying back in this office. To prove that no-one can break you. No-one has the power to hurt me but myself. No-one!

When I got my hold on the second half part of the file, curiosity spiked inside me and I opened the file and my eyes widened at what was in front of my eyes. Anger rolled inside me and I clenched my fist to control myself from shredding this file into pieces.

How dare he!?

How dare he play with me like this? He made me climb fourteen floors, twice. And for what? This! This is ridiculous!

I rushed down, my heels screaming with every step I took. I even had my doubts of swelling. I could barely move my legs anymore. When I reached his cabin, he was drinking water, talking to someone on the call. No, he wasn't talking..... he was threatening them to return his money. Else...... He trailed off after that and cut the call.

"Where are your manners, Miss Wilson? I said, I trust you. I never said, you can barge in my office without knocking." He said looking up from his file and I grounded my jaw in raw anger and irritation. The nerve of this man.

"I left my manner on the fourteenth floor of building C— 4! What were did you left your humanity, Mr. Atticus? Probably you never brought it down on earth, no?" I legit yelled at him and his eyes blinked at my outburst.

At this point, I could barely stand. I won't remove my heels in front of him to give him the satisfaction of my pain.

"Pardon me? Care to speak that whole sentence again? Maybe with a softer and more polite tone." He said to me, his voice held so much of malice that I left it on the back of my neck.

"No! You can't be pardoned, Mr. Atticus!You made me take the stairs till fourteenth floor, twice, may I add to get you a file that has recipe of sweets, deserts and snacks!"

"What you thought the file would have, Miss Wilson? Secrets the murder I had my men commit? Or probably how many people I had kidnapped? Or how many illegal business I am running?" He asked me in amusement and I glared at him.

"So, this is equivalent to gold for you? The one no-one should get their hold on?" I asked him bitterly and he shamelessly nodded his head, infuriating me even more. Maybe I should really just quit this job, all in together.

Bastard!

"Of course, it is. These are special and hidden recipes of the food only Atticus' restaurants and parties serve exclusively. Think about it, Miss Wilson. If someone stole these recipes and started serving the exact same exotic dishes in their restaurants, why would anyone like to come to our restaurants?" He asked me and I suddenly lost all my words.

So, these recipes did have a value of millions of dollars.

"I didn't made you run fourteen floors twice to trouble you, Miss Wilson. I am also a human, after all. And certainly not a psychopath. These recipes cost a lot more than your mind can imagine, Miss Wilson. And now that you have agreed to work with me, you might have to run faster and more than today. And I don't think heels would be an ideal footwear when you'd have goons behind you, no?"

I gulped at his words. Goons? Like real goons?

"Here," he said, removing a box from under his table and placed it on the corner of his table, making me narrow my eyes at him.

"Don't tell me, you want me to climb fourteen floors again to keep this box there. I can barely even feel my legs anymore, Mr. Atticus."

He chuckled, shaking his head. This time this chuckled was neither sarcastic, not evil. Just a normal chuckle that made me swallow harshly. He was beautiful. Brutally beautiful.

"No, Miss Wilson. It has shoes inside. For you. Wear them. I am sure, you could barely stand in them anymore." He said, making me bit my lips.

"You had this even before I said no, correct?" I asked him, taking the box as I opened it and he nodded his head.

"Then why give it now, why not earlier?" I asked him and he shrugged his shoulders, logging in his computer again as he started typing something.

"The most important lessons are the one you learn the most hardest way, Miss Wilson."

"And the cost of this would be cut from my salary, no?" I asked him with a grin and he rolled his eyes.

"Get to your cabin now, Miss Wilson." Atleast, he didn't say yes.