Falling For The Man I Married

Chapter 8: Unprofessional

Madi's POV:

It's 10:30 on my wristwatch when the intercom buzzed in Sandy's line. She immediately rushed to my office to tell me that Mr.Grumpy, I mean Mr Wilsons needs another cup of coffee and the documents he needed for his next meeting.

"Okay, I'll do it," I said getting up.

"But Madi----"

"Sandy, relax, I also want to talk to him. I want to clear this thing. He should have told me directly or at least called me. I am his PA and not you. And this job is supposed to be mine. If he doesn't want me any longer as his PA, then so be it. I'll go."

She just sighed and I walked passed at her. I made his coffee first before getting the documents he needs. I took a deep breath before knocking on his door. I have already practised my speech.

When I heard his voice from inside, I pushed the door and walked towards him. He's not looking at me so I can able to watch his facial expression. His eyes were focussed on the computer screen.

"Good morning Mr Wilsons, coffee Sir." I just greet him when I am exactly in front of his desk.

He immediately looked up when he heard my voice. Maybe he wasn't expecting me to bring his coffee.

"And the documents you need for your next meeting," I informed him as I put the folder in front of him, wearing my professional smile.

"Where is Ms Aguilar?" he asked and he looked back at the monitor. "I clearly instructed her to do that."

I really wanted to roll my eyes, but all I did was smile.

"Ms Aguilar is currently checking the meeting room, Sir, so I took all the documents and made your coffee as part of my duty as your P.A. And anyway, Sir, thank you for allowing Ms Aguilar to help my work, I appreciate it. But I think she has other works to do, so I'd love to take it back. Thank you, Sir."

I showed him my 'fake' smile of appreciation. Note my sarcasm. I know he really did it on purpose.

He looked at me again and I smiled as if I have no idea what he was doing.

"Take that coffee off in front of me. I won't drink that."

-'What the'- This time I raised my eyebrow but still asked him calmly.

"But Sir, you said you want coffee, so I made you one."

"I said take that coffee and throw it away. I won't drink It and I didn't ask you to make me one. I don't need it."

Maybe if I were Sandy, I'm sure. I am now shaking with fear and nervousness. But no... since I am Madi, I have a better idea.

"Oh, that's a kind of waste. There are a lot of people who can't drink coffee or even buy their own food because of poverty." I said calmly, shrugging my shoulders. "Anyway, since you don't want to drink this I think I will have to.....". This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

I stopped on purpose and waited for him to look up and he did... waiting for my next words. I smiled inwardly as I continue.

"I think I'll have to drink this, instead."

And I smiled at him. I didn't miss the spark of amusement in his eyes, but he immediately masked it with his signature cold aura.

"Anything else you need, Sir?"

"Call Ms Aguilar and tell her to make a 'new' cup of coffee."

And he really emphasized the word 'new.

"Ohh.. but I've already made you a coffee. Do you really want another cup or you just don't want me doing it?"

And for the first time when I entered his office, he looked at me... intense and directly.

"Ms Davis, you said you will drink it, so it's now yours. And call Ms Aguilar to make me another cup. And you will the one to check the meeting room."

-'Huh!'-

An annoyed smile formed on my lips and I decided to show it to him.

"Excuse me again, Mr Wilsons, But I haven't informed that we're going to switch our job description. Why are you doing this, Sir?"

He stopped what he was typing and smirked at me.

And my breath suddenly stuck in my throat because of it.

-'Forgodsake, why does he need to be so hot?-' I gulped as I mentally shook the naughty thoughts in my head.

"Is this something related to what happened last Friday? Because if it's true, I think it's a little unprofessional, Sir."

And his smirk instantly vanished from his face as he stared at me coldly and intensely that brought me shivers deep down my spine.

"So, are you really the one who's telling the word 'unprofessional' Ms Davis? I hope you haven't forgotten your position as 'only' my assistant. What happened last week outside this office was completely off-topic. And bringing it back in is what you can be called 'unprofessional'." he said emphasizing word unprofessional and the word 'just' for my position.

"I clearly understand what 'only' my position in this company, Sir. Well, I just don't understand why you had to order Sandy to do my job? I mean.. I am doing it well and she has her own work to do."

"Are you questioning me, Ms Davis?"

-'Seriously, is he listening to me?'- my blood's running up to my head.

"I am not questioning you, Mr Wilsons. I am just asking."

"Really, Ms Davis? But I think it's just the same."

"No Sir. There is a difference between them." I said standing straight and proud. "Asking is to request information or an answer to a question while questioning is the act of challenging, doubting and interrogation."

He stared at me in a challenging look but I didn't back down.

"I'm just asking, Sir," I repeated again.

"Well.. let me tell you this Ms Davis, for once and for all. Let me remind you again whom you are talking to and whatever you may call it, asking or questioning... I have every right to give an order to anyone with or without your permission. Is that clear to you, Ms Davis?"

And he arched his eyebrow. He freaking eyebrow.

"Of course, Sir. I understand it clearly. And yeah, if that's what you want, then who am I to disobey your order? Good morning, Sir. I'm going to call Ms Aguilar."

I said in my sweetest 'fake' smile. I know I can't win this discussion. I am not in a place to ask him anything because, for him, he is our arrogant, jerk, and cold boss.

And I took the cup of coffee and brought it outside with me.

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