Chapter 17: 017

The ding sound of the elevator arriving at it's destined floor snapped Karla out of her deep rooted self cussing. She walked briskly out of the elevator into the less crowded floor, drinking in her surroundings. The floor seemed brighter and the air was fresher than her cramped up work space.

"Ouch!. That bloody hurts!." Karla whispered to herself, trying to manuever her way in the death trap she deemed fit to pass as heels.

Karla couldn't help but take pity on herself for wearing the second out of the four pairs of heels she had all throughout her life. And the saddest part of the story was that, two out of the four heels were hand me downs from Millie and the one was a birthday gift from Milo.

"Stupid Yuri...stupid heels..." She repeatedly chanted whilst she sauntered around the floor aimlessly, trying to find the office.

Her boss Yuri had made it mandatory for every female under his department to put on a pencil skirt and match each other with black heels.

And the only pair she owned was nipping at her heels painfully, reminding her of the saying that had to do with walking a mile in another person's shoes. It wasn't rocket science to know that Yuri was a bloody asshole, who wanted to skyrocket the ranks in the company in one shot.

"Found it." Karla said in relief, staring at the tall black door in front of her with the initials 001 encrusted on it. She gave the door a solid knock and ended up hurting her knuckles.

"The damned thing is so heavy, must be bulletproof...and maybe soundproof." She deduced, admiring the golden designs on it. Her eyes darted around trying to figure out if he also installed a door bell to complete the get up.

{Expensive as well.} She observed, taking a feel of the material, her hands snaking their way to the handle.

"And also open." She let out after she had gently yanked on the handle of the door. She tipped the door slightly allowing herself assess into the office, which she suspected to belong to the big fish himself.

{The bastard is cocky enough to put the number one on his office door.} Karla observed on her way inside, already not warming up to the idea of being in there. Yuri could go fuck a rat's ass for making her his errands girl.

The inside was indeed a sharp contrast to what Karla had in mind, her knees weakened as she stood in the middle of the room. Her eyes zeroing in on the first thing that caught her immediate attention.

"I can't believe..." She left her statement ceremoniously hanging as her eyes feasted on the office chair staring right back at her.

"The bastard has the X-Chair, X3 ATR management chair!. Fuck! These things cost a grand!."

Karla bolted towards the door and gently pushed it closed, her eyes picked up on the Janitor's bucket left beside his desk. She pushed the bucket in front of the door, to give her an added second advantage just in case someone were to walk in.

"No wonder the door was left open." She said, standing in front of the office chair, grinning from ear to ear, letting her not to dainty fingers gently stroke it's leather.

"Look at that standard coffee machine!. The guy's coffee much be top notch, I've only seen this model in Cafe's." Karla voiced out shamelessly.

The air in his office seemed refined, and has this musky and minty scent she couldn't get enough of. She straightened her skirt the next minute, realisation that her boss might have a security camera in his office, suddenly dawned on her.

She placed the file on his table, embarrassed by her lack of composure and dignity, her cheeks flushed at how stupid she must have looked while groping a chair!.

But then her eyes caught sight of a pen holder next to a small plant on his desk. The plant scented very organic, Karla was a mega fan of exotic plants. She loved experimenting with the ones Addie could get her from the woods. And it just so happened to be that, this particular plant was on her list of plants to hunt down.

In a clumsy attempt to grab a leaf from the plant, she ended up knocking over the pen holder, letting all the pens free from their captivity of office civility.

"Shit!." She cursed, getting down on her fours to gather the over thirty pens scattered across the floor.

Whilst she did that, the sound of the door being slid open caused her heart to skip a beat.

{The janitor must be back.} Was the first thing that came to mind, but once her ears picked up on the distinctive heavy but peculiar sound of footsteps, her chest tightened. She froze on the spot and scooted under the desk on impulse.

The footsteps were organised at first and heavy, but after a few seconds they dissolved into hesitant and terrifying steps. As thought her presence was sniffed out from under the desk.

The sound of the steps became more distinct towards the desk, her heart pounding even faster than it was before. She was a hundred percent certain that her boss would find her hiding underneath his desk, clutching unto his pens and accuse her of breaking and entering his office.

*Ding*

{Saved by the doorbell} Karla thought, relieved that his office actually had a door bell and it bloody saved her life.

"Come in." His deep baritone voice issued, his tone ranging from a relaxed approval to a domineering command.

Some distinctive regular footsteps followed swiftly after the command, causing Karla to break a line of sweat on her forehead.

{Having him fire me on the spot is one thing, but having him humiliate me in front of another is a worse fate.} Karla whispered in her mind.

Dreading the cursed file that caused her so much trouble.

"And you are?." The sexy voice standing dangerously close to the desk asked. Karla was so petrified that she had started to believe that the voice was familiar.

All in an attempt to calm her mind, she started to brainstorm where exactly she might have heard the mysterious voice from.

"Am the head of management department, Yuri..."

{The bloody hell!. Not in front of Yuri, in the name of everything sacred and holy. I cannot be embarrassed in front of this jackass.}

Karla heard the sexy voice chuckle after she lamented in her head, though she was deep in thought she didn't hear anyone make any joke.

So what was so funny?

"Did I perhaps make an accidental joke?." Yuri asked, pushing up the fake medicated glasses he purchased on his way home yesterday.

"No. Why are you here in my office? Without my consent?." He asked, his tone hinting at his sudden irritation.

{Shit.} Were Karla's commentary thoughts.

"I came here to...to...deliver the progress reports from your departure Mr Grey." He blurted out, sounding like a reckless mess.

"That isn't scheduled till another hour." The boss let out, taking heavy steps towards his office chair, pulling it back to give him ease to sit.

"I had my assistant deliver it to your desk and I wanted to check if the incompetent girl didn't mess it up. I always have the desire for perfection you see and that was why I came here to personally oversee her competence." Yuri added.

{That bloody cumcake!.} Karla cussed in her mind, feeling cheated and downgraded.

A sexy chuckle escaped the lips of the boss, puzzling Karla, but not as much as when Mr Grey sat on his office chair legs apart, without noticing she was hiding under his desk!.

And to top off the weird tension in the room, Karla had the irresistible urge and an insatiable lust to touch the thick thighs of the man whore for herself. Her hands moving against her will to get a feel of his meaty thighs!.

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