Confronting Mrs Wilson

POV: Selina
I paused as I got into my office. It looks so beautiful and perfect, I can’t believe it was redecorated just for me. I could see some familiar paintings and designs, just like in my house. I think it’s the same person that is responsible for the home and office décor. He did such a good job on both, I must commend him some day.
My office has a good view of the city, I can step out to my balcony for some fresh air while enjoying the beautiful scenery. My office is right across from his, I could see him all day, and he can see me too. I wonder if I can do my work very well from this office. I’ll be so distracted by him, I’ll probably be watching him all day. I might end up sitting on my seat and drooling over him all day long.
Now I see why Amara was concerned about me working in the same office with him. It’s going to be even tougher now that I’ve told him I like him. I won’t able to get my eyes off him, and neither will he. The sexual tension between us is going to affect my work so much. I’ll need to ask for a new office that would not be too close to him. That’s the only way I can keep working here.
I saw him walk into his office after his interview and I smiled to myself, blushing so hard when he looked my way. I’m beginning to experience emotional fluctuations toward him. How on earth do I work like this?
Meanwhile, my phone was found in the elevator and it was found to be completely damaged. I couldn’t call Amara to tell her what had happened to me, I couldn’t even view my designs and start working on them. I’d left my sketchbook at home because had everything on my phone. Now my phone has been destroyed and I won’t be able to get any work done today.
I left the office to the fifth floor where the interns were working tirelessly to put together a design that would give them a shot at working at FY Glams. Each intern is expected to submit a new design everyday for the next six months. At the end of the internship program, their submitted designs will be reviewed and the lucky ones will be chosen and retained by the company.
Eighty percent of the workers in this company went through this process, I’m just lucky to be where I am today, I’m super lucky to get this position without going through so much stress like the others. It’s all thanks to Simon Wilson and his mother. I’ll be sure to get him a gift when I get paid at the end of the month.
I couldn’t concentrate on my work, so I stepped out of the office to clear my head. Felix was having a meeting with some people already. He has dived into his work as if we didn’t just share an intimate moment in the elevator. Yes, I caught him staring my way every often. But he’s not as affected as I am. It’s businesses as usual for him, you can never know that he is crushing on the beautiful girl next door.
When I went down to get the designs from the interns, I found out that their designs has been taken by Mrs Wilson already. This is not her job, she is supposed to focus on bringing in more clients to patronize the company. She has nothing to do with designs, she is supposed to work with the finished product and not the designs. Her job is mainly to organize banquets and showcase our jewelries yo the world.
It’s my job to get the designs and forward the best of them to the designers to make them according to our designs. My job description is clearly stated in my employment letter. It’s my job to create wonderful designs with the interns and get the designs approved so I can submit them to the designing room and have them created before the next banquet. Why would she take their designs without letting me know, is the trying to steal my job?
I wonder if this have anything to do with the ridiculous request she made the other time. Why is she trying so hard to create problems for me, is she angry I got into a fight with Evelyn at my house?
If that is the issue, why can’t she just say so?
I left the fifth floor and went up to the tenth floor where the managers of every department have their offices. I met assistants in their cubicles and I wondered why I wasn’t given a cubicle like this too. Everyone was so surprised to see the new girl that got stuck in tg elevator with Mr Yeats. I ignored the many eyes on my as I walked down the hallway, reading the name tags on the doors. When I got to Mrs Wilson, I knocked gently before pushing the door gently and stepping into the office.
“Good afternoon, Mrs Wilson, how are you?” I said politely, a smile plastered on my face. She panicked when she saw me and she tried to put away the folder in front of her. But she wasn’t fast enough because I’d seen them already. She was viewing the designs from the interns and talking to someone about them.
“Tell me more about this new design of yours and name your price, Mrs Wilson…
Hello…
I don’t have all day woman, speak up!” the person at the other end of the phone urged her urgently.
“I’m so sorry, Mr Moore. There is an emergency I need to attend to, I’ll call you right back.” She told the person apologetically and ended the call angrily.
“What are you doing here?” she asked angrily. Her eyes is full of rage, like she wanted to hurt me or even kill me. She folded her knuckles while fixing me the meanest gaze I’ve ever seen.
“I’m here to get the designs and take them to the top floor for review. What are you doing, Mrs Wilson?” I asked back, my eyes fixed on her. I tried to maintain a calm look so I don’t infuriate her further. At the same time I had to stare her down too, if I look intimidated, she would scare me off or even make me lose my job. This is where I have to draw the line between my work and my sense of gratitude towards the Wilson’s.