This is the edited version of "My Boss The Brat"!
Same story line still goes, I just edited
my grammar and sentence construction J!
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CHAPTER 1: The Young Boss

Cagalli Yula Attha tapped her clipboard impatiently; once in a while glancing at the wall clock across her. It was well past 1:00 PM. Their supposed meeting time was 12:00.

Among the things that the blonde girl really hated, waiting was on top of her list.

Her irritation grew even more as she recalled the conversation she had with her boss two hours ago.

Patrick Zala had told her that he would be giving her a new position. Most people would accept such a thing wholeheartedly, but Cagalli wasn't the least bit happy. Since College, she had idolized her boss, who was a huge business mogul in the PLANTs. Working for him was a dream come. After hearing of her new position, you could only imagine her disappointment.

"Cagalli, you're a great secretary." Patrick Zala's tone was oddly sympathetic—a far cry from his usual stern voice. Cagali could only nod, as if preparing herself for the worst.

"That is why...I'm assigning you to a new position."

She couldn't help but gape at him. If it seemed like great news, why did it seem as if he was so glum? "Is this a promotion sir?"

"You could say that…and I believe you would be great for the position since I have seen you work for the past two years."

Cagalli beamed. It was rare for her boss to compliment his employees. "Thank you so much Mr. Zal! where exactly is my new assignment?"

With what seemed to be a guilty smile on his face, the man replied. "From today onwards, you will be my son's personal assistant."

"His son's personal assistant!?" Cagalli mumbled to herself after the horrible flashback. She had heard rumours about his son, "Athrun Zala" from her other co-workers. They said he was the sole heir to the multi-million dollar corporation. But she didn't expect he would be replacing Patrick Zala that soon. After all, he was assigned as vice president; Just one position below from his father.

But what she feared was the other nasty rumours surrounding him. All her officemates had said that he was—in their words—"Gorgeous I cannot even explain how" and "If sex appeal was a person, he was the living mascot" and other perverted synonyms of 'hot'. They told her of the many girls who flock him at his school—a very prestigious school that was exclusive to the elite. From that alone, she knew that he could possibly one hell of a diva.

While she started praying that Patrick Zala's son may be very much like him, the door suddenly opened; banging the wall as it did.

Cagalli instantly turned her head and saw the person who did such a thing.

She didn't like it one bit.

Examining the newcomer from his feet up to his head, she could only wish this was not the so called 'heir'.

His shoes were not the black leather like all businessman wore, but a pair of chuck converse. As if that weren't enough, he was wearing jeans—ripped ones in fact! The 'suit' (or if you could call a coat a black coat on top of a white polo) was all crumpled, even completely unbuttoned with his inside shirts collar raised up. The tie he wore just hung from his neck—It wasn't even tied correctly. As if to complete the typical 'punk' look, he was carrying his bag behind his shoulders lazily while the loud headphones he had were blaring some kind of demonic rock music.

He could easily be mistaken for some troublemaker that was running from the law. If not for his noticeably green eyes and navy blue hair, no one would believe he was a rich mogul's son.

As her eyes continued to wander on him, her amber orbs finally met his, the said young man giving her a arrogant glare.

"Hey you, is this my office?"