C11 Chapter 10

•• Freddy Logan POV ••

As I reach the garage, the team is impatiently waiting for me.

"Interesting!."

I tell myself, as her beauty strikes me.

I unexpectedly see a sexy beautiful lady, standing by the jet with the mechanics.

"Wow, she might be part of the maintenance team!."

Then I see her entering the jet as she sees us driving towards the jet.

"What audacity!."

I wonder.

The driver packs not far from the jet, he opens the door and I hurry out.

I move toward one of the mechanics,

whispering in a very low tone.

"Who is the Lady?."She gets out of the bath weary.

I notice it.

All the flame and excitement she had a few minutes ago before entering the bath is all gone. She sluggishly movies out of the bathroom.

This is when I finally see which dress to put on.

But looking at her present mood, l immediately understand that our "Seize" won't be executed today. I place back the dress in my wardrobe and I pick another dress at random and put it on.

"Please for... this!."

She moves closer to my wardrobe and grabs one of my night ware and put it on.

A short light gown.

"I guess no Seize any more?!."

I exclaim

She puts on a tragic stare.

"So sorry!."

She claims on the bed.

"It's fine!."

I just nod at her.

I understand what she is going through.

Then a few minutes later, she goes and takes her laptop in her car.

We later spend the whole day in my room, watching movies, eating, and charting.

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Monday morning ¶¶

"Sheila today is a great day for you!."

Natasha shouts

She is a seat on the chair beside the slap.

"Natasha, it's still early!. Shot shouting!."

I whisper with much sleep in my eyes.

"OMG, you are such a lethargic girl!."

Natasha shouts

I am lazy to get out of bed

"I have to stop by my house, change, pick up my stuff. So be fast!."

She list

I rush to the bath.

Then after that, I quickly dress up.

It's 6:am

Natasha drives to her house to change and pick up some of her books.

I entered into Natasha's apartment and I am breath taken.

"Natasha!."

I scream her name. I can't control my feelings.

I am standing at the door, afraid to enter her house.

She smiles at me and runs to her room.

I can't understand why she will leave this big apparent to spend time in my little room.

her parlor is all painted in white and she gots pink couches.

I then move in, wanting to move into the other part of the house, she steps out.

"Let's go!."

Natasha rapidly moves out of her room.

That was quick!.

I shudder at her words.

"Stop acting like a thief and let's go!."

Natasha shouts

"Okay!."

I drag my works out with me.

We move out and enter the car.

"Your house is wow!."

I exclaim as she drives.

"Thanks!."

she retorts

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¶¶ At the Broncos hotel with Natasha. ¶¶

I lift my head up and read the big signboard.

The fear of messing things up gets me nervous!.

We move in!.

Some workers greet her with respect and some in admiration.

We take the lifter, I'm just following Natasha. I don't need to say "it's my first time here", because everything I do in this part of the world, it's my first time doing it.

Out of the lifter, we walk in the corridor and stop by a big office, with walls made up of blended glasses.

The secretary seating outside by the Office announces our presence.

We Knock and we are being granted in.

"Welcome ladies!."

He greets

"Thank you!."

We greet in return.

"Daddy sent....!."

Natasha attempts to explain but

"I know!. So let's be fast about this, I got to do much work to do!."

he stops her and speaks continuously.

He rapidly removes the contract that he had already prepared.

"Miss. Sheila, you have 4 hours of work during the normal weekdays and 9hours of work during the weekend!. Making a total of 38hours in a week. And you are starting today!. Select your time of work!. Down you will see how much an hour of your life cost!."

Mr. Ethan explains.

Does he really have to mention my life?.

Mr. Ethan is the head of the human resources department of the Broncos hotel.

"Okay, sir!."

I exclaim while filling the forms.

"Can't we cut this short!. I have a class in a few minutes!."

Natasha exclaims just to bother Ethan.

But I didn't understand what she was trying to do.

"And since when did you start bothering about your classes!."

I exclaim

"Since it became my only true friend!."

She fakes a silly look

"What an Irony!."

I exclaim with my head soak in the files.

Ethan looks very serious. He doesn't smile at any instant.

"Are we done?."

Natasha insists

"Yes!. Miss. Natasha!."

He gives her a weird stare.

His stare kind of say "You both can take your fucking ass out of my office!."

"Okay, Ethan!."

Natasha replies back with a weird stare like to say "You can go to hell!."

I gaze at both ends and it makes me wanna laugh loud, but I hold my laughter.

Not wanting to annoy either of them.

They keep staring at each other, weirdly.

"It's okay!.

I murmur standing in between them.

But they seem not to give attention to what I say.

So I move closer to Natasha and I whisper in her ears.

"Natasha, let's get out of here!."

I murmur

She kind of hesitate

"Let's go!."

I practically kick Natasha out of the office.

"Oouurrr that, Ethan!. He can be so pathetic at times!."

She exclaims as we step out of his office.

"That was humorous!."

I state as we move away.

"What?."

Natasha pretends not to understand what I mean.

I get all excited.

"What you did in there. I mean, what you both just did, in there."

I shout as we walk in the street.

"Sheila!. That was a rhetorical question!."

She shakes her head dissatisfaction and she moves into her car.

I follow her and I move in too.

"Whatever!."

I exclaim.

She starts the car and drives to the university.

The car is quiet, no one is talking.

We got no issues but no one is talking.

Then I break through the silence.

"That Mr. Ethan freaks me up!."

I fakely shudder as I speak.

"I hope he isn't a wicked and unpleasant person!."

I ask

"I don't think so. I think he is just strict and he thinks that I am a little rich brat who always has what she wants.

He feels that my life is too simple and easy, that's why he pisses me off.

Whatever he pays lots of attention to details. I think that is why my dad loves him so much!."

She explains

"Wow, Natasha you aren't helping!."

I state.

She cracks up!.

"Really!. Was I too?."

She asks

"Yeah, that's why I asked you the question!. I paused to hear something like, no Sheila, he is a very nice and understanding person. He won't be too hard on you once you will start working!. blah... blah..."

I explain

"Sorry, for being truthful!."

She pulls my leg.

"Whatever!."

I smile

She parks the car and we step out.

We hurry to attend lectures.

Very eager to know.

"No idea sir!. But she says been sent by your father!."

He replies with so much confidence.

My smile fades away as well as my eagerness, just at the mention of his name. My dad.

"Okay!."

I nod

With that, I enter into Jet and get set for the flight.

"Welcome sir, I am Olivia Stone!. Sent by Mr Harmon Logan."

She introduces herself, sending her hand forward, towards me.

Yet, I don't give a damn.

"Noted!."

I reply without grabbing her hand as she expects.

I kept her hanging.

She gives me a weird deadly stare. If only looks could kill, unfortunately for her, it doesn't.

"She has to know who is the Boss!."

The little lesson I want to passe.

The situation really gets embarrassing for her. She redraws back her hand in humiliation.

I pick my phone and check on some of my draft documents.