<I'm sorry what language are you speaking? It sounds like bullshit.>

|Jadesola|

FOR THE nth time since I'd been ushered into my office, if it could actually be called that, I cast another evil glare at my desk. If the desk was living and looks could kill, it would have been a sooty pile of ash. What the hell was all this?

Lifting my bag off the dusty table and onto the ground, I sought out a cloth to wipe the desk off. Painted sterile white, my office was Alice's former office, obviously, seeing as I was replacing her. It was quite small, the only objects occupying it, my desk, a couple of shelves and a chair for visitors to sit on while they waited for their appointment time. Apart from all that, the place was wack. The fool hadn't even requested for a revamp.

If not for the telephone, pens and the thick notebook situated on it, my so-called desk was almost bare. Where was the printer? The copier and all the necessary equipment a personal assistant was meant to possess? If I didn't have all that, how then was I meant to work? How exactly?!

I let the piece of cloth drop from my hand, enraged. The things I ached to do to that bastard, Kian. He thought that him employing me as his slave would weaken my resolve? Well, I would show him that he'd just made the worst mistake ever. I would have a really good time working as his P.A. He just didn't know what was coming his way yet.

A devious smile curled on my lips as I bent to pick up the rag, my mind replaying through the events that had taken place yesterday. Kian had been so shocked to see Chloe, the look of disbelief on his face making me gloat in utmost satisfaction. Even as he had tried to keep up with the flow, I knew he hadn't been happy that I had brought Chloe in.

Call me sneaky but when I'd excused myself out yesterday, I had called Chloe with my phone, told her to rush in to represent me. Then, I'd pretended to be Alicia (as luck would have it, she wasn't around), using the office's phone to tell the receptionist to let Chloe in.

I smirked yet again, folding the rag and placing it in a corner of the dreary office. At least, the dude hadn't won me hands down. Next time, he would think of all the possibilities before he executed any plan whatsoever.

Now sitting, I whipped out my phone. Fuck his stupid rule which said no pressing phones. Like I would blindly obey him.

A text from Chloe caught my eyes. Clicking it open, I read: How's it going, Kian's p.a? *smirks*

Me: Horrible. Truly horrible. And don't call me his p.a. I hate it here and I hate him, he's an ass. Anyways, grl, what about Harlow's bank lawyer? I hope that the lawsuit they were about to file next week is not going to happen anymore, yeah?

Her reply came instantly.

Chloe: I've talked to them and yes, they're no longer filing any lawsuit against you. Also, you and Mr. Fields will get to sign the contract soon. I'll also ask him if he can give you half of the money next week. To placate your other debt owners.

I began typing: Okay, that's grand. The goat should better do so. Just about to click send, the office telephone rang. Talk of the omo ale jati jati. Who else but that annoying imbecile, Kian?

A sneer on my face, I stretched my hands out and picked it up. 'Hello? Jadesola Anyalewechi speaking."

"Get in my office right now,'' a gruff, commanding voice met my ears then went off.

Get in my office right now. Who did he think he was? I stared at the device in my hands, wishing I could strangle the fool with its line cords. If only wishes could materialize into existence. If only.

Straightening up, I made my way into his office. The sunlight was fiercer now and rays of its golden light streamed into the room, highlighting every surface it rested on, including the man sitting in the middle of it all.

Even though I loathed to admit it, Kian made a very appealing picture, my eyes roving on his form, soaking in every minute details about him.

He had uncuffed his cufflinks, unrolling the sleeves of his shirt up to his forearm.They were in display, the muscles of his tanned skin contracting as he turned the paper over. His dark hair fell in fringes to his gorgeous face, his hair ruffled even more than the last time I saw him. Despite this, the unruly manner of his dressing didn't make him appear tattered, rather, it gave him that of a ruthless and dangerous air.

"Master, you called for me,' I bit out, the word master a foreign sound on my tongue.

He nodded, not once gazing at me, eyes stuck to the paper in front of him. "Obviously. If I didn't, you wouldn't be here."

Smartass. I clenched the material of my skirt tight. "What can I do for you?"

Kian finally raised his head, his azure eyes meeting mine. He took in my profile from head to toe slowly, that dark, knowing gaze eliciting an unwanted tingle in my tummy. Damn him.

I stiffened my spine, chin jutted out in contempt, striving to be unperturbed by his ruthless stare. Why the hell was this dick scrutinizing me?

After he had had his fill, the man spoke up, "What is the time?"

I frowned, bewildered. Hold on, was this why this dude had called me in here? To tell him what the freaking time was? "Sorry?"

"What is the time?" he repeated, a distinct note of boredom in his voice now. He had gone back to reading whatever the heck he was reading.

"Are you kidding me? You have a clock right there and a fucking watch on you! Why the hell would you want me to tell you the time?" Even as I talked, I saw him glance briefly at his watch, a corner of his lips lifting up then smoothing down. That slight movement led me to believe that he was up to something sinister.

"The time, Miss Jadesola. Surely, it is not that hard to tell the time."

Idiot. But, fine, I would play along. I knew what he was on about. It was his stupid rule of telling time in roman numerals. Lord have mercy.

I cast a swift look at the clock mounted on the wall. It was eleven minutes to one pm. "The time is XI minutes to I pm."

Kian nodded. His head was still down, leaving me unable to decipher what he thought about my answer. "Good to know that someone knows her math. You may leave now."

He waved me away like I was a disturbing fly, the slight action irritating the shit out of me.

"No." There was no way I was taking my leave without asking him some essential questions. Besides, I took my own leave myself, not on the orders of some chump.

"No?" Kian looked up, pinning me to a curious look, the newspaper on his desk forgotten. With a deft movement of his fingers, he took off his tie, widening his collar as a result. Again, I found myself gazing at the golden skin beneath his chin, transfixed at the sheer gorgeousness he exuded.

He uttered, breaking the trance I'd fixed myself into, "My face is up here."

Embarrassed at being caught, I blinked, shaking my head. Focus Jadesola! "There's no electronic device in my office. No printer or a photocopier. Nothing whatsoever at all."

"Oh about that." He focused on the newspaper yet again. "You have to go down to the second floor to get everything photocopied. Or anything else that needs to be done."

"Excuse me, what?" My fists were in balls now, anger swiftly thudding through my veins. "The second floor? Do you even know how far it is? So for every meager task that I want to accomplish, I have to go down to fucking do it?!"

He sighed, folding up the newspaper. Then, he raked a hand through his hair, messing up the blonde strands. "Language, Ms. Jadesola."

"No, master.' My tone dripped with scorn. "You've got to be the most hilarious man on earth. For goodness sake, we're on the twentieth floor and I should go down to the second? No fucking way. You'd better get that changed."

I was in full-time rage, glaring daggers at the uncorned oloriburuku. The guy was a huge werey in disguise and it pained me to find myself in this shitty situation, at his foolish whims and caprices. It really did.

"Are you questioning my orders?" he asked. His jaw was clenched and the lazy look in his eyes was gone, a cold menacing look manning his face.

Yes, I'm questioning your orders. I want to stab you in the back, cut out your eyes and do a lot of wicked things, was on the tip of my tongue but I swallowed those sentences down hard. "No."

"Good. I'll call Ryan's assistant. She'll be the one to show you around and tell you what is expected of you. Once you're done, be sure to get me a cup of coffee on your way back. You may leave now."

Casting him a spiteful glower, I left, banging the door in reply. Idiot.

***

"And that's the copier room," Sarah, the petite, blonde-haired lady, who was apparently Ryan's assistant, told me in a chirpy voice. Once I'd met her, I'd known right then that she was nice. Pretty and bubbly, Sarah had been glad to show me around, a genuine smile on her face as she did.

I nodded, inspecting the quiet, airy environment, an undertone of whirrs from the machines breaking the silence every now and then.

"Alright," I said, as I eyed the photocopiers and scanning machines that were situated on the right. Somehow, I had the hunch that Kian had placed those equipments down here just so that he could have extra fun torturing me.

"Yep. Since that's all done, we should be going back now." She turned and I followed, noting to myself that I could remember all the places in the building she took me to.

Still conversing, we took the elevator back to the twentieth floor. "You do know that you're the twelfth pa this month, right?" Her bright green eyes held mine, a snicker escaping her.

I wasn't actually surprised by that statement. With Kian's rude behavior, it was expected but I still contorted my facial muscles to one of amazement. "Really? I wasn't aware."

"Yes." A dry laugh escaped her. "He goes through his pas like water." She cast me a sly glance. "I wonder if you will last. No offense though."

Hopefully not. "I wonder so too and none taken." If she was taken aback by my pessimistic comment, she didn't bat an eye.

We were in the hallway now, the workers who I had seen flowing around us when we first started, thinning out as we went farther in. Come to think of it, I had only seen one or two black workers walk past us since we had started our tour. Why was that? Surely, the owner of this company couldn't be racist or was he? I mulled it over, the thought that Kian could be a racist hitting me hard as an uneasy feeling washed over me.

Sarah continued, wrecking my train of thoughts, "You need to get Mr. Fields coffee every morning. Black coffee. He likes it without milk. Again, while getting the cup of coffee, his daily dose of the Chicago Tribune should be on his desk before he arrives at work. Mr. Fields likes his office kept perfectly clean so if the cleaners are not yet up to do their job, it's your duty to do so. Also..."

"Also?" I echoed, cutting in. Why the hell was this man so complicated? We had come to a stop now, my bare office glaring at me.

"Yes also," she giggled, then flicked a strand of blonde hair out of her face. "As I was saying, also you have to get his lunch for him every 12 noon. Not a minute before or after. His daily menu is inside a drawer in your desk so please go through it."

I rounded my desk and pulled a drawer open. Sure enough a piece of laminated paper was placed in it. I took it out and studied what was on it. Monday- Toast and coffee. Tuesday- Toast and coffee. Wednesday- Toast and coffee. Thursday- another toast and coffee?!

Frowning, I waved the paper in Sarah's direction. "Toast and coffee?! Everyday?!"

She nodded, a tiny snicker escaping her. "Yep and whatever catches his fancy."

"Gah," I moaned, slumping into my seat. "I didn't know personal assistants were also maids. Why the fuck can't he order or something?"

Suddenly Sarah sobered at my statement, the smile on her face disappearing. "You know, Mr. Fields wasn't always like this. It was ever since he divorced his wife and ..." Her voice trailed off.

Hold on, Kian had been married? What?! The research I had done on him had left out that part. Holy cow. I straightened up in the chair, eager for her to continue her sentence, my brows cocked up.

Yes? And what?! Damn it, what did you want to say, Sarah? I was extremely curious but she had already changed her downcast composure, an innocent look on her face.

"Nevermind. Anyways, you're a part of the Field's Industries now." A gorgeous smile split her lips, her even teeth glinting white. "Welcome to the family. And goodluck, you'll be needing it."

I sighed, my anxiety worse than before now that I knew something risqué about that bastard. "I sure as hell would. Thanks for the tour."

"You're welcome again. Bye now, I have to go back to work before Ryan kills me." With that she left, her shiny hair bouncing on the nape of her neck. I had found out that female workers weren't meant to carry long hair or any gaudy style, only sleek ponytails or a page cut. Unfortunately, I wasn't adhering to that rule.

Still mulling in thoughts as to what Sarah had wanted to say, the intercom rang. With an eye roll I picked the damn thing up. "Jadesola Anyalewechi speaking. How may I-"

"Save it. Where's my coffee? If I don't see it in the next six minutes, the deal is off." The phone went static. He hadn't even let me speak.

Rude bastard.

***

The kitchenette was located to the right of my office, thank God so it wasn't a hassle preparing his stupid coffee.

"Here." I slammed the cup on his desk, intentionally making sure a few drops spilled forth.

He looked up from the document he had been signing, his facial expression shuttered. For a brief moment, he gazed at the droplets of coffee then at me, staring so hard as if he saw into my soul, the silence between us speaking volumes.

Ogbeni if you like use your eyes snap me picture, e no concern me.

I stared hard as well, my arms folded as I tapped my heel on the ground and waited for him to mention something demeaning. He didn't. Rather, he lifted the coffee and took a sip. As soon as he did that, he grimaced. "Your coffee sucks, too much milk. Get me another and as you come with it, take this to the photocopier. I need twenty copies of that. Also, since I have to tell you how to do your job, bring a rag and mop up these drops of coffee."

A cold smile graced his face, those attractive dimples of his deepening in a wide slash, as he pushed a paper in my direction. "Be fast."

I eyed him and grabbed the coffee and paper, my hand itching to pour the steaming brown liquid over his arrogant head. But I wouldn't let him get to me so I left, reining in the anger that threatened to break through.

For the casino, Jade. For the casino.

***

"Miss Jadesola!" Kian was roaring my name. What now? I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Walking as slow as I could, I trudged to the entrance.

"What, master?" I drawled, taking care to wipe out any irritation from my tone.

He was still sitting on his high and mighty throne, voice haught and commanding like I was his slave. "This coffee is even worse than the one you made last time. This is the 7th time I'm telling you to brew a coffee for me, Miss Jadesola and yet, it's still a mess."

"Or maybe your taste buds are expired," I chipped in dryly. I was tired of the man, too tired to even summon any atom of fury. How many times would I prepare one cup of coffee? Just how many?

He shot me a glare. "Or maybe you're tired and you want to quit. If that's what you wish to do, that's fine. But remember, Pepper Dem, your beloved, hangs on the edge of doom, no?"

A smirk formed on his lips, his azure eyes heated.

My fingers curled into fists, my vision slowly turning red, anger streaming through my veins. For the casino, Jade. For the casino, Jade. The casino... I hummed underneath my breath, trying to calm down because God knows what else I would do if I didn't hold myself.

Plastering a fake smile on my face, I took the cup off his desk and walked away.

Once I was in the kitchenette, I banged the cup hard on the counter, it was a wonder it didn't crack. I was so mad. Not at Kian anymore but at myself. How, oh how had I gotten myself in this situation? I stood, staring at nothing, my finger in between my lips. Damn you Amir. Damn you!

I let my eyes fall on the objects in the small room. There was a tiny fridge, a coffee maker, a blender and other accessories that you could find in a kitchen. They were all positioned on the counter with a basket of salts, spices amongst others. For some weird reason, the bottle of pepper caught my attention.

Atarodo for the win.

I looked at the pepper again, then at the coffee, a wicked idea forming slowly in my head. Who said a boss shouldn't be served some chilly coffee?

***

"Here you are, master."

He cast his eyes away from the book he'd been peering at to stare at me. "Hopefully, you did it right this time."

"Yes, I really did, master." I beamed a smile. "Trust me, you'll love it."

I might have been laying it on a bit too much because a vee formed between his forehead and he began inspecting the coffee. To avoid further suspicion, I let my face morph into a tough scowl and muttered, "I didn't add any spoon of milk."

That did it because either he assumed I hadn't messed up or was back to my usual grumpy self. Satisfied, he brought the cup up to his lips.

Wiping the smirk that threatened to overcome me, I whirled around to take my leave and have a good laugh in my office. Just as I was about to step out, I heard him curse loudly, "Miss Jadesola what the hell did you put in this?!"

Wonderful. I paused, and arched my neck back. Kian's face was red, a mixture of ire and an aftermath of the extra hot pepper I'd added to his drink, as he spluttered and coughed repeatedly. "What- d-did you put in h-h-here?!"

"Chilly to chill you out. You're welcome Master," I chirped, bowed my head and pirouetted out of the door.

One for Jadesola, zero for Kian.

A/N: Guess who's back?🌚🌚🌚 Moiiiiii!💃🏿😂😂❤️ Enjoy and let me know what you think loves!❤️