Chapter 3
Emma's eyes drifted past the furious Killian to take in the woman who was now leaning leisurely against the elevator wall.
Long rich brunette hair framed an excessively made up face and wafts of extremely pungent perfume were quickly filling the small space. More skin was showing than material and the killer heels she wore meant she was looking down at Emma.
Killian Jones sure could pick them. She racked her brain and tried to remember who the last woman of the week was...
Emma's eyes flicked back to the irritated man in front of her and she simply shrugged.
"Em-ma," The way he drawled her name sent shocks rippling through her body. He'd obviously read her staff I.D and was trying to mess with her head. She pushed away the feelings and took a more hardened stance. Killian leant in slightly closer and she got a hint of spice that shot straight to her head. Emma could have sworn that she could feel his stubble against her skin, he was that close.
"Learn your place!" Killian sneered before straightening up.
"How dare you." Emma exclaimed as she placed her hands on her hips and stared straight up at him, ready for a fight.
"Do you know who I am?" Killian asked, his stormy eyes boring into her arrogantly. The aura surrounding him exuded a boldness, a man who seemed to always get what he wanted. Emma had a pet hate for people who acted superior, using their power to intimidate others and knock them down. It always brought back memories that she would rather forget.
"You pompous, arrogant..." Emma fired out heatedly before pausing. She let her eyes drink him in, suprise breifly flashing through his eyes before a shutter shielded his emotions from her.
Emma cringed, David was not going to be happy if she got herself fired. She needed to salvage this situation...quickly.
Dragging her gaze away she let her eyes drop the carpeted floor in an act of submission. Emma knew from experience that men in power needed to feel that they were dominate in these situations.
"Sorry Sir," Emma all but growled before turning back to face the elevator doors. She felt the exact moment Killian Jones moved away from her and all but sighed in relief.
Emma counted silently in her head to keep her cool and had only reached 4 when the elevator doors opened at her floor. Emma shot out of the lift the same way a bullet shot out of a gun...fast and furious. Resisting the urge to look back, Emma straightened her spine, lifted her head and went looking for Regina Mills.
"You're late. Do not make a habit of it or you will be looking for a new job," Regina Mills ordered Emma as they walked into the office space.
Emma glanced around, trying to absorb every little detail about her new workplace. The area was wide and spacious with several desks assembled to allow for shared work. There was a small area with several photocopiers, fax machines and printers. What surprised Emma the most was the relaxed and welcoming aura that seemed to permeate the space. There were colourful flowers everywhere and a cosy little area with beautiful leather lounges and a fancy looking espresso machine.
'No more stale and weak coffee,' Emma smiled to herself just thinking about the coffee at the Agency.
She made sure to note that there were several security cameras facing the entrances and filing areas.
"This is yours," Regina's curt tone reminded Emma that she actually had a job to do.
"You will need to have all of these dictation files typed up and redistributed to the appropriate offices before you take a break," Regina informed her before turning on her heel and leaving.
Emma threw her bag onto the floor haphazardly and flopped into her desk chair. Letting out a big groan, she wondered once more if she was in over her head.
"Don't let Regina get to you," A timid voice called out to her from the next desk. Emma glanced up and watched as small woman with a dark pixie haircut poked her head over.
"I like to think she has more bark than bite," she said as she gave Emma a large smile.
"I'm Mary Margaret," introducing herself before passing over a large blueberry muffin. "Welcome!"
Emma quickly pulled the paper down and took a large bite. She'd neglected breakfast and was starving. Halfway through her first mouthful she realised she still hadn't introduced herself.
"Emma,"
"Don't stress too much...It's your first day. Anything you need," Mary Margaret informed Emma before her head swiftly disappeared back to her own desk.
Emma was struggling. Listening to the recordings and then typing them up was a little harder than she had thought. She had been working for 2 solid hours and had only work through ΒΌ of the pile. She'd had to reign in her need to start snooping around and fixate on finishing this work. After her start to the morning, Emma knew that she needed to fit in and show her worth.
The intercom on her desk buzzed.
"Miss Swan?" the sugar sweet voice questioned.
"Yes."
"Your presence is required on the executive floor,"
Emma stood quickly and brushed all of the crumbs from her clothes. Straightening her skirt and blouse, she hoped she looked respectable.
The executive level was on the top floor of the building. Stepping out of the elevator Emma was instantly struck by the opulent reception. The sleek design and ridiculously expensive furniture was captivating and Emma had to re-focus.
"Emma Swan?" the saccharine voice from the intercom asked. Emma nodded and was immediately escorted down a long hallway. They passed through an exquisitely decorated outer office before stopping at a large oak door. The woman rapped twice on the wood and pulled open the door, holding it for Emma to walk through.
Killian Jones stood behind a large mahogany desk and Emma reeled back realising this was not who she expected to see. She had actually hoped to never see the CEO again during her investigation.
"Thank you Candy," Killian drawled and gave a fliratious wink.
Emma had to scoff at the woman's name and caught Killian looking at her with narrowed eyes.
"Sit down Swan," Killian commanded as he indicated for her to take either of the plush leather seats in front of his desk. Emma took a moment to glance around the office; any little piece of information could be handy.
Large glass windows framed the room and offered sensational views of the city. There was a clean whiteboard, a projection screen and several filing cabinets. There was also what appeared to be a stocked bar with several types of rum lining the shelves. It was the epitome of a successful CEO's office.
Sinking into the chair, Emma felt like a thunderstorm was looming ready to wash away any chances she had of getting information from Corsair's headquarters. It was her first day and she was about to get fired. Emma decided she could talk her way out of this.
"I am sorry for what happened in the elevator. It was not my place to comment..." She babbled, thinking only of getting her train back on the tracks after its earlier derailment.
"Stop!" Killian commanded with a small quirk of his lips.
"Nobody ever stands up to me like you did this morning..." Killian paused. "It was refreshing."
"Huh?" Emma stuttered in shock.
"Everybody is to bloody agreeable and it drives me insane. I need somebody who will tell it to me like it is. Do what I need them to do...No nonsense." He informed her passionately.
"What is it you want?" Emma queried suspiciously.
"I need a new assistant."
To Be Continued
