Chapter 2.

"With all due respect, Mr. Kenley, I don't think you quite got the part where I told you that my mother works two shifts. It's not because she likes to work herself to complete exhaustion, it's because we need that little amount of money to 'survive'. Where would I get $10,000?" I ask as I stammer.

"Your first pay check for the month would be of the amount $1000. You'll be able to pay her in about 10 months."

"How the heck does a car door cost this much?" I ask the lady who is still pretty mad I broke her boss's toy.

"It's a Mercedes-AMG One."

Who told her boss to take this 'rare model' for a spin around the town? I don't know what I could possibly do. It's time like these that I require my mother to have my back.

"Can I get all those pay checks today?" I ask Mr. Kenley as I put on my cute puppy dog face.

"I promise I'll work for you for 10 months without taking any leave!" I ensure him.

"I am not even sure if I'll even live to see my wife this evening. How do you expect me to give you 10 months' salary in advance?" He says. I hate to admit it, but he is right. He's in the shape of the offspring of a potato and a pear so, it's not really confirmed whether he would be even here to give me my paycheck. Weird, right?

"I'll pay you the compensation in instalments and I apologize for my mistake."

"My boss might get here any second! What the hell am I supposed to do?" She replies.

"What can I possibly do about it? You are the one who is his assistant!"

"And you're the one who broke his car, so tell me something I don't know!"

"What's going on?" A man asks with a husky voice, making me look at the person standing in front of me, who is tall in physique, has chiselled facial features, light brown eyes and dark brown hair and is apparently wearing a fancy suit.

"Mr. Davis, this idiot of a woman-"

"What exactly happened, Tanya?" He asks his assistant as I see him scanning my facial features as if he's going to get me sketched at the Police Station. Then, he looks at his watch as if he's getting late and he needs to be somewhere.

"I ensure you that I'll pay you!"

"Yeah, you're going to pay in instalments. How is that going to get this car fixed, right now?" Tanya fights back.

"Nothing is going to get this car fixed right now! Get your head out of your ***! Fixing this car will take at least 6 days." I explain.

"Shut the hell up!" She replies in a furious tone.

"Tanya, call another car driver from home and tell him to meet us here. I'll talk to the warm and welcoming lady over here." He says as he walks towards me.

"I'm Aldrin Davis."

"Sophia Perfect." I say as I extend my hand towards him.

"Germaphobe."

"I'm so sorry for what I did, sir."

He walks even closer after he hears me apologize, close enough that I could feel him breathing on me. Woah! He's good-looking even this up close and we were just a few inches away.

"Did you have nachos?" I ask. I think I smell nachos from his scent.

"What?" He asks, puzzled.

"Just asking."

"Meet me at this building at 7:30 pm, sharp or you'll lose your last chance to explain yourself in this situation and I will call the police." He whispers into my ear, warning me as he hands over his business card to me that he took out from his coat.

"But, I'll still be working by then." I say as I move away from him to resist him.

"Does it look like I give a single damn?" He asks as he walks away fom me.

Now, I definitely know how to resist him, I just need to remember what kind of a jerk he is. What does he think of himself? Setting himself up on a high pedestal! I mean, I'd like to thank him for the opportunity to at least hear me out cause that assistant of hers wasn't even letting me move my lips, continuously barking.

I don't know how I'll explain this to my mom. She's really understanding, but not at such a level that she'll let this go that easily. She still thinks I'm a kid which is why it took her this long to even permit me to get a part-time job for this summer. She permitted me to get a job only if I created no trouble and I just did that. I was guarded by Mr. Kenley because he knows Olivia and I am her best friend, but I know that I am done!

I know that I have no other option except for going to meet that egocentric man in that building. It's only half an hour left before the clock strike 7:30 pm. Those selfish jerks wasted our time, which means that I won't be getting my salary for the past hour. Amazing! I'll have to work extra hours to my collegebills as well, might as well die. Gosh! Kill me already!

"So, I have to go to this building named Davis Corporation." I murmur.

"That place isn't far from our locality. You should be able to leave in an hour or so, if you want to reach there on time." Mr. Kenley says with genuine concern on his face.

"Thank you, Mr. Kenley and I apologize again for creating trouble for you on my very first day of work."

"All that matters right now is that you are trying to make it right." He replies. He seems like a really nice guy who is forgiving and a person who lets bygones be bygones.

After that, I rush inside to help out Ernie.

*20 minutes later*

That was about it. I cleaned up the mess created by the 1 year old birthday boy who doesn't even know how to say anything except for 'googoogaagaa'. He doesn't even know he turned 1 and how does a one year even make friends? I am 22 and I don't even have an F of FRIENDS. However, I have an O of OLIVIA and I am grateful for her. It's almost 7 pm, I should go, so that I can reach there on time.

"Ernie, I'll be going now."

"Good! Leave all your jobs to me." She replies sarcastically.

"Thanks, Ernie! I"ll see you tomorrow." Harry says.

"I didn't mean it, you idiot. Get your *** over here!"

I remove my apron, pick up my bag and walk out the restaurant. I move towards the main street, sticking my hand out to call for a taxi.

"Where would you like to go?" The taxi driver in a taxi that stopped in front of me says.

I hand him the card as he changes the gear and off we go.

*After 25 minutes*

"We've reached, ma'am." The driver says. I get out of the car and and pay him the necessary fare.

Holy Mother of God! This building is huge. I can see a tall blue building with 54 floors, I guess. I enter the building with my head down, trying not to get noticed. As if feeling out of place in college wasn't enough, now I'm feeling like an alien in a crowded place.

The business card that I have, has 'Davis Corporation' written over it, so by that, I guess that the egoistical man I met is the owner or the heir and the name was Aladdin, I think?

"Is there any Aladdin Davis here?" I ask the lady behind the counter as I reach the reception area.

"Do you mean Aldrin Davis? The owner of this company?" She tries to confirm as she chuckles.

Damn! I can be so stupid sometimes.

"Yeah, Aldrin Davis. I am looking for him."

"What is your name, ma'am?"

"Sophia Perfect."

"I'll tell him you're here, ma'am. Please wait over there." She says as she points towards the couch a few steps away. I take a seat and try to guess what she's saying to him on the phone. I get up as soon as I hear her call out my name and rush towards the reception.

"Go to the 15th floor, take a right from the elevator and you'll reach his cabin."

"Thank you!" I say as I walk my way to the elevator. I did exactly as she said and I am here. I knock and I'm asked to come in. That shitty assistant is here.

"Mr. Aldrin Davis would be here with you in a few minutes." She says as she walks out the door herself.

So now, what am I supposed to do? Sit here all by myself? There's enough time to research about him a little before sitting all alone with him in this room.

Father owned the company and passed it onto him at a very young age and he died of a heart disease and his mother's a public figure, a motivational speaker and a charitable person. Oooh! Good stuff! There are empty photo frames all around the room. He might not be photogenic. Are those law books?

I get up from my seat and turn back so that I could look around the room a little bit more.

*Bump*

"I'm sorry." I say as I see him standing in front of me.

"God! You're clumsy."

"I apologise, Mr. Davis."

"Mr. Davis was my father."

"And he's dead, but you aren't which is why you're here talking to me and apparently listening to me babble and that is going to stop in 1, 2 and 3."

"Yeah, I would prefer that." He says as he takes a seat across the table.

"So, why exactly am I here?"

"For compensation."

"I told you that I'd pay the remuneration in instalments."

"I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT MONEY."