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บท 8: Turn of Events

When Amelia turned around, she was met with a kindly woman who wore a bright smile. She might be dressed in the club uniform, but it still sensually hung onto every curve on her body in the best way possible. She was beautiful― so much so that Amelia would've assumed she was a customer rather than a server if it weren't for the fact that she had the uniform and name tag pinned on her chest.

"Amelia Kentwood?" she asked again when met with Amelia's silence.

The latter was still in awe at the woman's beauty that she could only numbly nod. Then, she jolted a little where she stood.

Was this woman here to replace Nigel? Or worse― fire her like her other employers?

"Yes…" Amelia said hesitantly, "That's me."

"Great," the woman cheerily said. "I'm the new manager here, to replace Nigel. You can call me Cherry. It's nice to meet you."

Cherry held out a hand, and Amelia grabbed it to shake. Her new manager had a firm grip, and at one glance, Amelia could see the perfectly manicured French tips that decorated her long nails.

"Right. Now that introductions are in order, let's see who else I've got on the list―" Cherry absentmindedly said, looking through a list of names on her phone screen before Amelia interrupted her.

"Wait," Amelia said, cutting her off. "You're not going to fire me?"

"Fire you?" Cherry repeated as she reeled back in surprise. "Whyever would I do that?"

Amelia was stupefied. "I― Because―"

All her other workplaces had fired her, and she had no doubt that it was the wonderful handiwork of her soon-to-be ex-husband once their divorce was finalized. She hadn't expected that he would have the capabilities to move mountains like that, but it was great to know that there was at least one place in Solara where she could escape from Caleb's clutches.

"In that case," Amelia said, shaking her head. "Do you think I can get more shifts?"

"More shifts?" Cherry echoed, her eyebrows rising. "I suppose I could look to arrange such a thing… Are you free this coming Tuesday?"

"Yes," Amelia said. "I'm free every day, actually. Is it possible for me to come in every night?"

"That is a little difficult," Cherry said, wincing. "I want to help you, Amelia, I do, but there are also other part-timers who need the shifts and we have to be fair. We're a little overstaffed at this point―"

"There's no need to arrange more shifts for her, Cherry." A deep voice quickly gathered both ladies' attention, and when Amelia looked over, her eyes instantly met with that of Matteo's. 

Her breath was caught in her throat when his frosty gaze shifted over her, causing her to still. Here it was. The kindness that he showed yesterday was nothing more than a farce. Like her two other jobs, she was no doubt going to be let off again.

"Mat― Mr. Montgomery?" Cherry asked, confused. 

Matteo turned to look at Amelia, and he said, "There's no need for you to come in tomorrow."

"What?" The word left Amelia's lips in a soft, breathless mutter. 

This was her final job. Without it, and with how Caleb had proven that businesses could turn her down with just a snap of her fingers, how else was she supposed to make a living in Sol City? Not to mention, her father was soon to reach retirement and she couldn't expect to live off of the poor old man forever.

"You can't!" Amelia cried out. 

She reached forward and grabbed Matteo by the long sleeves of his shirt. Cherry's eyes bulged at her actions, and even Matteo's expression shifted slightly, but Amelia paid no heed. 

"I need this job!" She lamented and begged, "Please, please don't fire me! I just lost two other jobs today and this is my last. Please, Mr. Montgomery, I'll do whatever you ask―!"

"Amelia, calm down!" Cherry said, lurching forward to grab Amelia. She practically pried the poor sobbing woman off of Matteo, tossing an apologetic smile to those who have turned to them out of curiosity. "Let Mr. Montgomery finish."

But what else was there to say? This was the end, the final nail in the coffin, and Matteo Montgomery had linked hands with her horrible ex-husband to send her six feet under. She would need to move out of Sol City at this rate― maybe even Solara!

"You will need to learn how to better manage your emotions, Miss Kentwood," Matteo said. 

He then pulled out a small name card from his breast pocket, handing it to Amelia. Dumbfounded, she instinctively took it, looking down at the words before she turned back to Matteo.

"8 AM tomorrow at this address, don't be late," he said. 

Amelia continued to blink dumbly, repeating the action a couple of times. In the end, Matteo sighed softly.

"I need a new secretary," he finally explained, putting Amelia out of her misery. "I seem to recall from your resume that you were a business graduate from Solara University?"

She nodded, still silent.

"It's a full-time job," he continued. "The pay can be further discussed, but for now, we're offering this." He held up two fingers.

"Twenty thousand?" she asked, wincing. That wasn't too bad for a full-time job. Perhaps she could consider doing food deliveries on the side if it wasn't enough. After all, she needed to pay off the debts the lovely Caleb had left for her, on top of paying for daily supplies.

"Two hundred thousand, annual," Matteo said, nearly causing both Cherry and Amelia's eyes to bulge out. "Inclusive of other benefits, which we can further discuss if you're keen on taking up the job."

"Keen!" Amelia immediately said, nearly screaming her throat hoarse. She then composed herself and cleared her throat, swiping at the dried trails of tears running down her cheeks. "I mean, yes, thank you for the offer. I would like to take it."

"Good," Matteo said. He then repeated, "8 AM, tomorrow. Don't be late."

Cherry and Amelia could only watch wide-eyed as Matteo turned on his heel and left them gaping in his wake.


บท 9: Sketchy New Job

"Good morning, I am Amelia Kentwood. I'm here as Mr. Montgomery's new secretary. Can you give me a keycard?" Amelia asked the receptionist, trying to sound like a collected professional and not a walking bundle of nerves. 

She had only five minutes left before Matteo expected her in his office, and she didn't want to start her first day by making a poor impression.

"Let me check." The receptionist named Cindy cast her a suspicious look, and Amelia could hardly blame her. 

She knew she must have looked like a fright, with her dark eye circles and swollen eyes. Amelia had spent the previous night tossing and turning, barely able to catch a wink of sleep in her childhood bedroom. 

After the joy of Matteo's offer faded away, skepticism began to sink in. Matteo's offer was almost too good to be true, and recent events had given Amelia a healthy distrust of men. 

Even if Matteo had money to burn, two hundred thousand a month was too high a pay for an ordinary secretary, let alone one just starting out in his company. A quick internet search proved that Amelia's hunches were correct; not even secretaries who had years of experience commanded that high a salary.

This meant that Matteo must have had ulterior reasons for offering such a salary. 

What kind of depraved things did he want to do to Amelia in return? 

She doubted that Matteo was capable of the same amount of cruelty Caleb was, but that was a low bar to clear. 

"I'm sorry, but there's no record of you in our company database. I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Cindy said with a shrug. Amelia's heart sank.

Was this all just a joke to him? Amelia wanted to call him, but then she realized she had not gotten his number in the flurry of yesterday. 

"I see," Amelia said faintly, "Can you please call Mr. Montgomery for me? There must be some kind of misunderstanding. He offered me a job last night."

Cindy's nose wrinkled, and her gaze turned cold. "Lady, I don't know what tricks you're up to, but our company doesn't employ prostitutes." 

"I'm not hired as a prostitute!" Amelia retorted hotly. At least, not to her knowledge. That suspiciously large salary floated in her mind again. 

"Right," Cindy said, "Whatever you are, you're not hired here. You need to leave before I get security to escort you out." 

"No, I swear, please give him a call," Amelia said anxiously, her anger slowly growing. If Matteo played her for a fool, she would give him a piece of her mind before leaving. 

Cindy scowled, "Are all escorts as stubborn as you? Just leave before I call the― Mr. Montgomery! Good morning!" She leaped a foot in the air, all earlier irritation at Amelia's presence vanishing in a blink. 

Amelia quickly whirled around and there he was, right in the flesh. His dark hair had been slicked back with a thin layer of gel, giving him a much neater and fresher appearance as compared to the times Amelia had seen him at the club. This time, he was wearing a three-piece suit that flattered his stature. Even beneath the suit, Amelia could clearly see the outline of his muscles rippling beneath the fabric.

With the morning sun cast upon him from behind, he looked like a guardian angel that had descended from heaven, ready to save her.

Or a personal demon here to cast her further into the depths of hell. For a brief second, Amelia wondered if the headquarters of X'el Inc. was tall enough for her to quickly and swiftly send herself to heaven. It would be better than facing the impending embarrassment.

Did he come here to reject her personally? 

"Why are you standing here?" Matteo Montgomery asked, a furrow between his eyebrows. "I told you to be in my office by 8 AM. It's already time for you to report for duty."

Amelia spluttered. "I was early, but I didn't have access to your lifts." 

Matteo turned his wintry gaze at Cindy, who shrunk into herself in embarrassment as she realized she might have offended her CEO. "And why did you assume she was an escort?" 

"I― the system didn't have her inside!" Cindy explained frantically. "I was just looking out for the company's interests!"

"Amelia Kentwood is not an escort. Make sure everyone knows she is a very important person to me," Matteo growled out, and Cindy nodded so quickly that her neck looked like it was about to snap. 

Amelia blinked in surprise at Matteo's words, her cheeks warming at the sincerity in his voice. If she didn't know better, she would think Matteo was confessing his feelings.

She told herself to stop overthinking― maybe Matteo was really desperate for a secretary. 

Either that or she really had some extra duties that weren't meant to see the light of day. 

"Let's go," Matteo said, and Amelia scurried behind him as he led the way back up his office. She couldn't help but notice that Matteo seemed to be a homing beacon for attention, men and women alike cast covetous and envious looks at him, wanting his attention and input.

The multiple curious eyes also turned towards Amelia, who made sure to look as friendly and approachable as possible. 

Soon, the door to Matteo's office closed with a thud, and Amelia gulped as she was left alone in the office with the man who was now her new boss. 

"You seem overwhelmed. Coffee?" Matteo asked, and Amelia watched as her new boss poured two cups, holding out one for her. She took it with shaky hands, staring down at the dark brown liquid as though it would give her more clarity.

Wasn't she supposed to be the one who made him coffee? It was starting to look like she was the boss instead!

"My apologies for not inputting your details in the system," Matteo continued. "Since it's your first day, you must have questions. I'll do my best to answer them. What do you wish to know?"

"Yes― I mean I have questions for you." Amelia cleared her throat and gathered her courage. "Mr. Montgomery, I wish to know the extent of my duties, especially with regard to my salary."

"Is the salary too low?" Matteo asked, "I can add another zero at the end if it helps." 

"No!" Amelia burst out, before realizing she had effectively raised her voice against her new boss. But while the extra zero was attractive, she didn't need her bank thinking that she was working for a shell company. "I mean, the salary is more than adequate. In fact, it's too high for a mere secretary."

Matteo stared back at her in silence, not understanding her point. There was nothing for it, Amelia would have to ask the tough questions by herself. 

"So, I guess what I am meaning to say is… am I supposed to sleep with you?" Amelia burst out, before slapping her hand over her mouth.


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