Karma

17

I arrive at work early, dressed in a plaid pant suit. This is my favorite of the clothes Mr. Thorne bought. And, given how frequently I intend to wear it, it may become my trademark. It fits perfectly and accentuates my figure and height, giving me a boss lady and powerful vibe.

Most of my workmates seem surprised when they see me. As I get close to my desk. I note a bouquet of roses on my desk. I get curious taking quick strides. Before I can check them I note that Mr. Thorne is already in his office. I check my phone to confirm the time again. I am still early. His eyes bore through mine. But my excitement gets over me and I turn my attention back to the flowers. I pick the note in them.

Be my date this Saturday. Oliver.

It is straightforward, with no corny colloquialisms. I look again and discover five bars of white chocolate. I’d say they make up for the lack of lovey-dovey words because each has a message and is made for each day until Saturday.

My telephone suddenly rings, and I look up Mr. Thorne has his pressed his ear. I sit and pick it up.

“Where is my coffee?” He asks.

I roll my eyes, the man can stand to see me happy and I am not going to let him steal it.

“I will get it.” I say instead and hang up. However, I don’t act I just admire the roses as I read the sweet message on the chocolate. Again, the phone rings. I absent minded pick it up.

“Why are you still there? I need my coffee now!” He throws a tantrum ending the call.

Perhaps what he needs is a diaper change. The thought makes me smile. When I look up, he has a scowl on his face. I quickly wipe down my desk and its components. Once done, I strategically place my roses so that when Mr. Thorne raises his head, that is all he sees. It’s going to be a damn good day.

I am yet to take those coffee brewing classes that Mr. Thorne demanded. I check my desk to find the note Janine gave me with important numbers. I find the contacts written La Cooper. I stand and head towards the staff kitchen as I order coffee and pastries.

Once done I decide to make myself a cup of coffee. Clara walks in, she rolls her eyes when she sees me. I bite my tongue when I am tempted to say something horrible at her.

Not today, i look too good to ruin my look with scowl.

“You look unconventional today.” She comments. “Working for Christian is doing you good.” She seizes me up and down.

“Are you here to misinform me yet again?” I squarely ask.

“Did he give those flowers to you?” She inquires cautiously.

“That is definitely none of your business.” I say harshly.

“Today Mr. Thorne came in too early and saw him on your desk with the flowers.” She comments.

“He is the boss.”

“I heard that you went to Dubai with him.” She don’t know when to stop.

“I am his assistant.”

“The previous one didn’t travel with him.” She repeats the same infamous statement that has aged badly to my ears.