DPOV begins

It is already six when I get to the office and Rose is not here. I don't like it when people are late and I'll make sure that she is reminded of this.

I take her sparkly notebook, glitter gluing to my whole hand, and head to my office. Let's see what we have to do today. I read her curly handwriting and see my schedule. But who is Alexei Rudov? I have never heard of this man. Did I even agree to meet this man?

Oh, I get it now. This must be one of her little things. But the Starbucks coffee and her notebook are little babies compared to this. Is she really going to make me go to a restaurant and wait for this man or is she going to make someone come there and meet me? Does she really think that I don't know my associates? The thought that she came out with this amuses me.

This girl is something else, that's for sure. She is either completely foolish or extremely courageous, I can't decide. What is she going to do next, make me go to China? We'll see who is the one who is going to be played in the end. Maybe she will think twice about this and would cancel this imaginary meeting after all. If not, I am going to make sure that I am going to have dinner with her later. At least I'll have a reason not to meet with Tasha later.

DPOV ends

On Thursday, I get to the office five minutes later because some douche bag just thought that it would be fun to drive his damn car while being completely wasted and crashed into a STOP sign. Well, at least something stopped him. So, because that guy hit a sign, I had to take the long way around. And now it is five past six and I am still preparing that coffee. Damn it, I was already scared of my boss, I didn't need some special stress.

'Good morning, Mister Belikov! I am sorry for being late but there was this man-'

'I don't care.'

I roll my eyes internally. Well, then screw you Belikov. I place the coffee on his table and I see my notebook there. Did I forget it here? Probably not. I always take it back with me.

'You can take this and go do your thing.' he says pointing to my notebook. I could see that his right hand is full of glitter. 'I took the schedule myself.' I nod 'And next time don't be late.'

'Yes Sir, but you see-'

'I already told you I don't care.' Ugh! I turn around and head for the door. God, it is so hard not to punch him in these kinds of moments. Can't he fucking listen for once? 'And the next time it happens, you are going to be penalized.' I am what?

I stop and turn around. I cross my arms over my chest and my voice turns into that thing kids do when they are upset over not giving them a cookie. 'Yeah? And what are you going to do to me?' spank me? I continue the question in my head.

A smug smile appears on his face. 'I don't know. Why don't you try and see for yourself?' God, he is so full of himself.

'Yeah? Maybe I will.'

'Are you?' he raises an eyebrow and his hotness hits the roof in this second. No Rose. You are supposed to be mad at him, not to check him out.

'I am. Maybe tomorrow I'll be late again. Who knows? The possibilities are infinite.'

'That's completely fine with me, Miss Hathaway.' Who knows what ideas are passing through that mind of his now?

'Fine.' I say and leer at him. I can't help myself. He is pissing me off so much!

'Fine.' He says amused. Ugh!

'Fine! Jackass.' I lastly mumble under my breath and head towards the door again.

'What did you say?'

'That I was joking.'

'You know, I have very sharp hearing Miss Hathaway.' Well, too bad. Then listen to this.

'Bite me.' I mutter and get out the door.

Some hours after that, he calls me into his office.

'Here, take this.' I take the credit card from his extended hand. 'I want you to go to a Tiffany's and buy something, I don't care what. I don't care how much it costs either. Necklace, earrings, whatever. But no rings.'

Oh, are you afraid of rings? Do they smell like commitment, comrade? Maybe I should get Lissa's engagement ring and follow him around the office with it to see if he reacts like a vampire near a cross. That would be fun to watch.

'But I don't know what-'

'Miss Hathaway, go. You are a woman, you'll know what to pick. Just be sure that you bring it to me before five.'

What am I, his personal gift shopper? Going to Tiffany's surely isn't included in my job description.

I get my things and head to the damn shop. I park my car in front of it and get out. Wow, this shop screams expensive as fuck from the first second you lay your eyes on it. I enter it, and oh, the look the saleslady gives to me. It makes me feel like I am the poorest person on earth.

'Is there something I can help you with, Miss?' she asks into a high-pitched voice.

'Um, I am looking for a gift.' I guess. He surely doesn't wear Tiffany's.

She takes me on a little tour into the nice smelling shop, showing me all kind of jewelry, perfectly illuminated, just to catch your eye. I am completely overwhelmed. I don't know what to pick. There are too many things.

Then I see it: a long golden necklace, with little sparkly stones from place to place. And it has some kind of circle pendant that looks just like a ring, with a small diamond on it. The idea comes from nowhere in my head: I would put the necklace into that box so that only the ring would be visible, just so that I would fuck with him a little more. I am still afraid of him, yes, but I just can't help myself. It is the perfect occasion and I can't miss it.

'I am going to take this one.' I say to the woman.

She raises her eyebrows in response and asks: 'Are you sure?' I nod. She makes that face that tells you fine, do whatever you want and complies, taking the necklace out of its support and we head towards some counter.

How expensive can it be? Some gold and some little shiny stones. Nothing that his big fat bank account can't handle.

"It would be 5000.' The woman says and my face literally drops.

Like dollars? Are you kidding me? Maybe it is a little too expensive after all. I was ready to say that I wanted to take something else, but then I looked at that woman's face. She was having a smug smile on her face that was saying: ''I knew you are broke as fuck and you can't afford this. Go and buy some metal jewelry somewhere at the end of the street. I heard they have some stainless steel too.''

'No problem.' I say smiling and extend Belikov's card. Her face drops this time, as she reads the name written on it.

'Oh, would you like a nice box? It is free. And we can give you a nice gift bag with that. And we can give you some catalogs too, for further shopping' she says, being excited all of a sudden.

Oh, so now she is nice to me? I tell her yes and then I tell her to change the box two times because the others have some imaginary imperfection, just to pay her back.

When I get out of that shop I am totally disgusted. I never wanted to deal with people like this and now I had to on a daily basis. First Tasha and now this saleslady. Can't I find a single decent person around?

It is 4:30 when I deliver the gift. I enter the office and place it on his desk, along with his credit card. He just takes it and unpacks it. No thank you? So mannered, what can I say? I turn around and head for the door.

'Miss Hathaway?'

'Yes Sir?' he surely saw how I placed the necklace. It had only the pendant visible and it really looked very much like an engagement ring. I am so proud of myself right now. God, I think that I am going to write a textbook on how to fuck with your boss.

'I thought I told you not to buy any ring.'

'Yes, you did tell me, Sir. And I didn't buy any ring.' I say as innocently as I can.

Oh man, the look he gives me.

'So you want to tell me that this is not a ring?'

'Exactly.'

'Miss Hathaway, do yo-'

But I don't let him finish, because I come in front of him and take the little box from his hand. And our hands brush a little in the process. His skin is so soft and so warm, contrasting with my always cold hands. I can feel some electricity passing through the fingers that touched his skin too.

I take out the whole necklace and dangle it in front of his eyes.

'See? It is a necklace. It's not my fault that the saleslady packed it the way she did.' well, it is, but he doesn't have to know.

I could have sworn that he seemed amused for a second but instead of smiling, he clenches his jaw and throws me a glare as I put back the necklace.

'Go get my coffee.' He commands.

'But it's not five yet.'

'I need it now.'

Okay, mister grumpy pants. It annoys me so much when he gives me orders. I am a human being, not a trained chimp. And he could at least throw a thank you from time to time. Is it that hard?

Around six or so, that woman Tasha comes around. Again. Is she going to come here frequently? Because I don't want to see her face very often. One day I might make something I'll surely regret after I get to jail. But I will surely enjoy it too. I decide it would be worth the captivity.

I just greet her and don't bother much with her existence. I still want to smack her into that painted face, but I am controlling myself quite well. At least for now. I don't want to get fired soon. I still have some messing with Belikov to do.

She enters his office and about five minutes later she begins to act like a horny teenager again, laughing and squealing. Then she says:

'Aw, I thought you forgot, baby! This necklace is so, so, so beautiful! I love it! Help me put it on.'

Waaait a second. The necklace I bought earlier was for her? If I only knew, I would have taken her something cheaper and much uglier. Maybe I would have even picked something from stainless steel as well.

"What do you mean you can't go with me? What am I supposed to do alone then? What dinner? Oh, come on, Dimitri!'

Silence. I guess that he is saying something to her.

'Oh, really? You always say that, but we don't seem to get to do it lately. In fact, we haven't been doing it for quite a while.'

Another pause.

'Fine, babe. Then I am going to wait for you later tonight. Come around nine, okay?'

These were the last words she spoke before exiting, her face filled with a satisfied smile.

Not so much time later, he exits too and tells me that he is going to a business dinner and that I could go home. Yay to me! I got out early today.

'Do you have something to tell me?' he asks just before leaving. Is this some kind of a game he wants to play? What should I tell him?

'Good luck?'

No, not this. He is still looking at me expecting something.

'Um, have a good night?'

He nods and a teeny tiny smile escapes his lips. 'Have a good night too, Miss Hathaway.' He says with a weird tone and leaves.

What the hell was that?

Dear Guest, I know, I hate her too. But I need Tasha for the drama. And you need to know that I love drama. ;)

Aaand you, the other Guest who reviewed, I get it, it's your opinion and I totally respect it. I can't make everyone like my writing. But please make me understand what depth you would like to see in my story. I am not writing philosophical shit so yeah, there is no depth in it. What would you expect from a fan fiction? It's just a story.