I work for Wright Industries. A multi—billion dollar business that makes its money by selling information from the public to the responsible Companies.
My job is to talk to a lot of people and get their opinion on something.
I worked for this company for a few years and my boss was not a good boss, but I just couldn't forget the face of my incredibly handsome, but a pig—headed boss.
Dante Wright.
His character is a little... But I have to admit that his appearance is perfect.
I sigh and get in the shower. The warm water flows down my body and immediately relaxes my tense temples. I breathe in content, almost forgetting that I had a job to get to.
Almost.
I quickly step out of my shower and into my bedroom. It was a pretty in pink bedroom.
O my lord it's 8:15.
I'm finally here, in my office! I made —
"Twenty minutes late Ms. Williams." That annoying voice says as I open my office door. I roll my eyes internally but answer nevertheless.
"Sorry, Mr. Wright. It won't happen again."
"Yes. I do hope so and I see your attire hasn't changed." He comments distastefully looking me up and down. "Still lovely as always." Notice the sarcasm.
I look down at my outfit. Simple white shirt. Black ripped jeans.
I go around doing surveys and writing bills for Lord's sake. I barely even stay in this office. I look at him sitting in my chair with his legs up and I stare at his face blankly.
"As explained many times Sir. I do surveys. As in, I go outside, walk around, and interact with people. My feet will hurt if I wear heels and If you haven't noticed tight skirts and tight blouses aren't really my thing. Now if you could kindly move so I could get back to work... I would appreciate it." I snap and for a moment he looks stunned but in a flash, I'm pinned to the wall his hand tight on my waist.
"Listen to me well Ms.Williams, you won't speak to me like that, Ever. " He falls quiet, his eyes piercing into mine as I am not at a loss for words. "Next time there will be consequences. Am I clear?" He says looking at me. Our faces only inches apart and I can feel his breath fan against my face making me dizzy.
"Ye—Yes" I stutter pathetically.
"Yes, Who?" His grip tightens on my waist.
"Yes Mr.W—wright" He smirks and removes his hands and I immediately miss his warmth.
"Good girl." He then leaves the room without another word.
I've been working here since I was eighteen. I'm twenty—three now. And Mr. Pighead just thinks he's all bad and powerful. I just wanna knock him off his high horse.
Now I'm ready to do the fun part of my job which is... surveying! Going around meeting new people is somewhat a day marker since my love life is nonexistent because I am socially Awk—ward. Just saying. Now, I found a handsome, and intended to went over to say hello.
"Um, Hey excuse me?" I say putting on a huge smile towards the male with his back towards me. He spins around and gives me a small smile.
"Yes?" He replies and I get a little bit of a British accent.
"I'm doing a survey and I thought maybe you could help?" I start. Normally it's easier to introduce them to what they're doing before just jumping in.
"Ah, Okay, sure. Would you like to sit?" He says gesturing to a park bench
"Sure" He walks ahead of me and I follow. I take time to admire his build. He was nicely built with wide shoulders and seriously tall. Well, everyone is taller than me with my 5'4 self, but still. He had blonde hair that was shaved at the sides and the top was falling over. He sits and motions for me to sit next to him. I sit and look at his face. He had freckles all over his nose and grayish eyes. His lips were pink and kind of pouty. He was cute. Scratch that Handsome but familiar.
But not as handsome as Dante.
What?
Stop it right now!
"Mum always told me I was handsome, but I never believed her until now." He remarks sounding amused and I clear my throat as I feel the blush creeping up at being caught staring.
"So this survey is for the National New York Fair. It happens annually. But I don't think you're from here." I say quizzically.
"No but I've been here for years, So yes I know what that is." He replies chuckling.
"Oh okay." I look down to my book and ask him the appropriate questions
"Okay the last one, I don't wanna waste any more of your time," I say sheepishly.
"No No, it's fine, I don't have anywhere to be and you're quite entertaining."
"Oh," I replied stupidly.
Really.
Oh?
"Mhm, So what's the next one," He says and he looks like he's trying to hide a laugh.
I gotta get out of here.
"Corn dogs or hot dogs?" I ask seriously and he bursts out laughing. "What?"
"Seriously?" I roll my eyes and put my stuff into my bag. When he sees my actions he immediately stops and looks at me.
"Okay Okay, I'm sorry. Don't leave." He says putting his hand over mine.
"No it's okay I have to get back to my office anyway."
"Oh really? Where do you work" He asks, sounding curious.
"Wright Industries." He looks at me confused and I was gonna ask why but he beat me to it.
"I didn't get your name though."
"Aspen. Aspen Williams."
"I'm Damien. Lovely name by the way." He says with a wink.
Okay.
"Thanks. I must be going now. Thanks so much for your time Damien."
"You're welcome. Don't be a stranger." I only smile and walk back to the company.
I've seen him somewhere. .but where?
